FREED VERSE

Your suffering won't save you.
     Your knotted hair
     And wiry limbs,
     They can't pull you out of this pit you're in. 
     Your constant chase 
     For solid ground
     Does nothing to make the world go round. 
Your suffering won't save you. 
     Hunched back, heavy head,
     And amnesic still. 
     Unable to remember your broken (human) will. 
Your suffering won't save you.

"Eye for an eye,
And I'm not yet blind!"
My dear, I say,
You're the only one with hollow lids.