The prisoner

Deliver with might—and 
To let go! It's the hand-woven tears
That has left the page trembling, and the
Chest-heaving angst that has wrecked
The wrathful words. With brief strokes
I have planted brutality—as shaken poems 
Of pain-embroidered urge. Deliver 
With might and be free of
That insanity! Oh—and remain 
Buried by the guilt of cowardice—
I've left my soul-bracing sentiment on paper, 
And forever barred behind my verses
I must be.

Dale Chou
2002-12-18