simple words

eyes convey splinters of light, miles of dark.
they look through me, and in your coming around
 in this i find a draw
words tumble from the hatch
a veterian of thought wars
this sound escapes where
contempt holds the others back
not held of bars
but kept in small corders so long
they become atrophied
if escape is to come
this lone thought would cower at the
vast world of haste
its self kept on limp
on flesh and peg with
thirst of confidence
staring at a dreg