Love From A Cage

Bound and gagged like some trapped animal,
sedated, declawed, and tortured I sit
beside her menagerie of whims;
I can't escape her poisoned orbit
for her gravity pulls like Jupiter's eye
that tugs away the last pulse from my 
aching heart and suffocates the final reason
from my clutching throat, and answer thyself,
why can't I leave this misery worse than all
deaths, for angels, dwell in this 'sombre ghetto'
of my mind with little regard for passion, 
or lasting apologies, there I shall die alone
until the phone rings again. 

- John Hardesty