I've got a new one.

Buried At Sea
6/22/08

I'm free, what last wash over me,
These bonds cling tighter to my wrist.
Treason against humility,
Creations' hands clenched to a fist.
This anger pulls so tight at me,
Yet, struggling cannot free my heart.
I'm bound and held without a key,
No chance to go back to the start.
Of everything I've called my own,
Our friendship can't carry water.
I've yet to stray so far from home,
Travesty will end in slaughter.
For when the day his will does snap,
And such abuse will end in tears,
He'll bind their throats within this strap,
He'll be the one who disappears.
In sight with all this guilt inside,
Knowing that they pushed him so.
If only they had been more kind,
For surely then, he would've known.
He would've known that trust is built,
An honor to which bonds are made.
Instead, these thoughts just cause such guilt,
For in this sea, their bodies wade.