"Licked by the tongues..."

Licked by the tongues of summer heat,

The day burns slowly into ashes.

As though a teardrop from the lashes,

A drop of ink falls on the sheet

And I, as lonesome as that dot,

A single mark upon the page,

Sit locked inside an opened cage,

In endless space can’t find my spot.

I search but do not see a reason

Why full of images and thought

I cannot write a single word,

Why being free I feel imprisoned.