Altered Places

Forced to live in altered places

Crushed within, squeezed out graces

Dried up soul's enchanted goals

I'm on the edge of diamonds or coal

I can barely let myself dream

I see them clearly in my screams

Screams of silence lockstep life

Closing in with sharpened knife

Freedom is a fleeting thought

Alone I practice in the dark

Within myself I slowly walk

Away from all I love

© PViel 2002