Dry

I've been trapped before, I've placed my fingers elegantly against the glass.
I've swum already in ink, and I still have stains around my eyes.
My ears have yet to find silence that parallels this amorphous circle of doubt.
My mouth has yet too feel again every word afloat, returning to its origin.
I've been enfreed before and kept my head imposing, demanding recognition for my accomplishment.
I have been let go, sent away to find a better shore to conquer.
I have been buried beneath charmless crowns of air.
My ears have not heard the same melody in full sail.
My eyes have not seen perfection in utmost degradation yet.
My words have yet to tear a quiet wind down.
I've been sent away to find a better cloud to step upon.
I've been offered silvery wings, reflecting nothing inside me.
I've been acclaimed by lonesome shells beneath the watery skin.
I tried to fly, and have been flying ever since.
But the wings nail me to gravity's heart. I drop.

I've been trapped before, but I keep my fingers away.
I've swum already in ink, but I cover my eyes with fear.
My ears have yet to find noise as this circular amorphia of knowledge.
My mouth has yet to lose so rapidly every single word.
I am enfreed but shall keep my head earthward, demanding permission to go back.
I am let go, sent away to find a worse home to shatter.
I am buried beneath charming masses of water.
My ears are tired of the same maddening rant.
My eyes are filled with pointless shallow quality.
My words have yet to lose another war.
I am sent away to find a better star to reign over.
I am offered golden wings, worthy of every inch of me.
I am still wailed at by crowdy pearls upon the sand.
I'll try to swim, and will be swimming forever.
But the wings will nail me to the ocean's core. I'll drown.