Captive Soul – Ismail Jaber

Riveted by charm
obsessed and snared into enchantment and guile,
words of adoration flooded my heart
and a lonesome walk through the mist concealed my trail.

Into oblivion I travailed the hike
the elusive contour I so seek slipped through
as I chased the evasive silhouette.

Reflects of echoes whispered in my ears
– “Set me free! Please, set me free!” –
as my heart’s pulse shuddered its’ coop,
while my ribcage tenaciously stood its’ ground
holding my soul captive.

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