P.O.W.

Like a car wreak
you're driven by desire
a snowplow devouring all boundaries
indulging in every craving

with no escape from the waves
that came crashing through my airspace
keeping me under
struggling to the surface
unpowered to swim away

helding me captive
with words
with gestures
so misleading
promisses
of a future you imagined
when all you had to offer
was an weary misconception of life
under bright lights unveiled