Passion Aroused

Somedays I can't look into the light,
Caught in a web of tangled lies and despair,
Flinging my limbs like a spider caught in its own web...

Some thoughts flicker and vanish
Leaving no scratch upon the canvas of my cognition.
Am I in the zone of the living or is it the bliss of ignorance that cocoons me?

Touch me. Touch me I say,
So I can feel -- flesh, bone, blood and the seed that gave me life.

I need to know that I exist, an urgent passion erodes my lethargy...
The chains fall away and my fingers tingle across the keys of long forgotten memories.

I rise.