cells of Intellect

Made of tempered steel
reinforced via intellectualism
handcuffs the heart for real
armed with act Utilitarianism.

As the protozoa lumbers
I shall greet anew
'Though there's strength in numbers
I shall love each one ---- You.

Strengthened by a memorandum
the cells of intellect grow strong
But my love chose a different agenda;
a sad song of and all wrong.

1 amoeba, 2 amoeba
three amoeba, FOUR...
the cell is now complete
where's fuckin' the door?

Poor self-image and so unsure
the past will not be broken!
Severed loves and insecure
emotional trauma, unspoken.

Bonded, yet unclaimed
for most, the bail's set too high.
Arrested, yet unchained
for me, the limit is a life
sentence.

No life deserves to lie
imprisoned within a cell.
No heart deserves to die
or live within a (self) hell.

Much too bright for loving a little
can't hide behind the, "rock."
Hence, created an impenetrable metal
to forge the prison lock.

Patience equals time and tears ----
Water is a most Powerful force.
I desire to vanquish the fears
and parole You to a safer course.

I pray,
the lock I can pick
If Your key I cannot find.
For the smart cells are quite thick
unable to touch heart and mind.

am I running out of time?