More Than I Could Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

I have smoked that which is kingly
Bounded for more than I could, still
If it sweet it can bleak easily; I know
I know, the fear in me again instill.

And, In my dreams spoke a man
Of two legs yet armed a-four
Bound and shacked in all of them
Like a beast that he was by four

I thought to free him from his chains,
To ease his tormented soul.
But the more I pulled, the tighter they grew,
My own demons taking their toll.

I woke in a cold sweat, heart pounding fast,
Realizing the beast was my own.
No matter how hard I try to escape,
I'm trapped in this battle alone.