Day 298

the hostage

tried to try to be tried again.
forged attempts of fleeting sin.
tempo halted.
intentions faulted.
savoring pain of all humans.

nature ensnared in our skin,
the mind inside cannot cringe,
without the flesh,
the blubber mesh,
hostage behind my very grin.

muscles flex to face and form,
shell that shields the weather-storm,
what is really inside.
what is forced to hide.
what keeps us human.