Heal my Torture
Stop the pain, stop the suffering, heal my torture,
Let me talk, let me walk with no boundries,
I want to run like the wind, I want to jump, skip and hop, go wild with nothing to stop me.
But in my small cocoon it is impossible, restricted like a beautiful butterfly who hasn’t yet released or an un-hatched egg , yet to crack and smell the world.
The universe is outside, but for now you must hide.
Everything it has to offer, the beauty and the splendour is off limits, maybe not forever, but still, it is until we stop the pain, stop the suffering, heal my torture.
Written by John Darin-Brame, 13th March 2010, Piediluco, Italy
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