Prisoner

You are mine...
All that I need you give to me,
All that you keep,
Are pieces of me.

I am the controller,
the keeper of the keys.
Yet in the end,
in you lies my destiny.

It takes one wrong stroke,
a blind destination.
A place unseen,
in a single visitation.

Now, I sit and wait.
Hours, days, months...
Wanting to see...The responses
that are familiar to me.

Instead I sit trapped...
A prisoner,
to the mind of technology...
the whim of recovery...

waiting to see..
waiting again..
to be or not to be...
Freed from 'System Recovery'

@s.irfanaleem 1.3.2014