Chapter 7 Trammel

Admiring the lapidary that holds me to this place
A trammel binding me to my disgrace
With sunken eyes
I feel the effort placed into each stroke
The pain it implies
Skin for stone, is the deal I spoke
I beg for, wishing to trade
To undo the mistakes of my past
As rose-tinted beauty parades
Before eyes long since glazed
Aching always aching
Passionate forsaking
Of chosen responsibility
Admiring the lapidary that holds me to this place
Mired in this waste
Of a life, drowning in the guilt
And every distraction I come upon
The past is over, but never done
Rivers fill with silt
And I still remember the taste
As I drink of my disgrace
With sunken eyes I long to see
With dark circles I remember frivolity
As I admire the lapidary
So perfectly ordinary
As it binds me to this place
Never again to be free
Self-incarcerated in my guilt
Rivers fill with silt
Glass oasis and a fig tree
Face to face
With grim reality
Seeing with sunken eyes
Victims of gravity
I come to self-despise
Admiring the lapidary that holds me to this place
A trammel binding me to disgrace