“Muzzle” by Eli Lovejoy
Something howls deep within me,
Muzzled with cruel and thorny chains,
The voice of hurt and hating,
Screaming out a song of wrath and pain.
How I long to join the screaming,
Raise my voice in blood red song,
How I long to break my gag and fetters,
Let the ruin in me sing along.
Oh how joyous it would be,
To be free from these wretched binds,
Oh how dear I long to be free,
From the buried prison of my mind.
But wishes they are fickle things,
Fairy lights in a tempest wind,
Beauty that sets the heart to weeping,
But gone ‘fore I can draw them in.
One day perhaps I’ll catch them,
Let myself once more be free,
Cast down the fetters of civility,
And reveal anew the truth of me.