I have now agreed,
To delve into the dusty rooms,
Where old darkness lurks,
In dwindling power.
Yet still, ricochets ring out to me,
From future times when demons must be dragged,
And dissected in the open,
As in order for a total exorcism,
We must first invoke them.
But my spine is held taught,
By an anxious frustration,
I already yearn to run,
At the thought of having to face them.
I know somewhere,
This steely silence holds a power over me,
I am captured, yet captivated,
With a desire to break free.
Yes, I will again roam,
Dark gloomy corridors
Again I will attempt,
To order these lives of ours.
Eleanor Best
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captured-yet-captivated/
