Thoughts within thoughts within thoughts within thoughts

While free-

Being trapped by the ghost of what used to be chains

Will eat you alive

but If you allow its hunger

The previous sickness

To beg back in now

Sweet and fresh at first

Silently

Strung out and spun

Torn at the edges

Soporific grey skies

Blurred trees out the back window

On a winding familiar road

Muted memories and

It all comes running back

Flooding a well written manuscript

Ink blinding the prose

crashing with an allegory

never written down

Memorized by someone

Somewhere else

and suddenly freedom takes itself away once more.