Forever entitled to commitment, agreed.
A metaphor of freedom pinned in oath, I do.
The line is drawn.
Bare backed and forsaken.
Forgotten and not partaken.
A barren wasteland of absurdity as I continue smiling, laughing, loving, giving and caring.
Hoping to believe like Christmas eve.
It’s Halloween however.
Immortalised now and forever in a world that doesn’t know I’m present.
A gift, unwrapped, solitary, confined and forgotten.
Copyright G.P Williamson 2014.