Blinded
by the light of poetry
Deafened
by its song
I strive
to see and hear
beyond the Word.
My pen spews
clots of ink
Blackening
white pages
The Poet
urges me to reach
beyond the edge
of space and time
But I am trapped
in the gravity
of my mind.
Elaine Polin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-4/
