Why am I bound by memories past
of pains that just last and last?
Why am I made to suffer and cry
from misery I wish I could hide?

Why do I feel so secure in my bed
cuddling up to my teddy bear
with visions of rainbows in my head
knowing I never had her loving care?

Why am I bound by scarred pain?
Why do I still seek her love in vain?
Why do I seek and never hear
her words of love so clear?

Why am I constantly bound in my soul
to be so complete and whole
but don't seem to have the might
to carry on the fight?

Can justice triumph over bad?
Or have I just been had
by a system devilishly mad
created simply to make me sad?

The only words I can hear
Is Grandma Dolly's so clear
hushing me to sleep
and beautiful dreams to keep.

But why in my illness am I bound
to hear the soft and kind sound
of mother's words so soft and kind
that will not come and will not bind?

Why do I still ache in my heart
for her love I so need to be a part
of in my soul not knowing why
I still constantly cry?

Why am I bound by these pains
knowing the love I seek is in vain
from the woman who made it plain
that her love I cannot claim?

Why am I bound by all of this
in my state so feverish
that I cry like a child in need
for her love in words and deed?

Why am I bound in my long illness
to cry for her tender caress
to help ease my pain so deep
lulling me softly to sleep?

Why Am I so bound?

Barbara Lynn Terry

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