Chained

Lost and in limbo- scattered and controlled. Like a puppet on strings forced to do nothing but sit and wait. Waiting for the emptiness of a shell to take over me. Things undone and yearning to do,my purpose unmet which will never be challenged. Hopelessly waiting for a reprieve from this emptiness and blankness of a life. Trapped and chained to parts of me I am no longer. Unexplored territory of myself pleading to be seen yet not permitted to be. Freedom; I no longer have as my plans lay waste, my ideas dying in my mind, and the part of me that yearns to do more will go undone...