Inner Woman Volume 2

Picture frames

Frame my glasses

which frame my eyes

which see through the frame

of the window beside me

and nothing is really there

Picture frames

of the evidence against me

even though I was never

there, the pictures show a person with

frameless eyes, no eyebrows or lashes

and i sit in a prison where bars

frame my life,

with a picture framed in my locker

of someone else’s wife

in my heart i know

innocence is always framed

in devilish confluence of guilty

conscience thought

he’ll confess one day

I took the blame when he did not

and the window framed at the

top of the wall is the only

thing that keeps me sane

when the light inside never

goes out and everything is always

the same

and frames the frames around

my heart, i loved her until

he put her beyond the frame of my

life and into the frame of my heart