Open Wounds

'Lift me -up' because every organ in my body- is crying out to be released like a caged bird. My lungs are bleeding, crying let me breathe. My heart is on the threshold of total collapse. It's beating like a linnet's wing or a horse. That's broken free of its bridle bit-in-mouth. My soul wants to sing luridly and loudly. So loud that its temper can no longer be discerned. But I am as much a caged bird as you, my friend. Only I can cut out a distant moment of brooding. So melancholy, I'd much rather die than tell the truth.