8. Drain

Far outside, through those windows I 

Stare, again and again; so desperately

I need to be free, to be rid of these

Bindings that hold me, but can't be

Seen by human eyes, only felt by

The tired human spirit, the timeworn mind's eye

...

A try at a more "traditional" poem style. Not sure if I'm too good at it but it felt right for this one. What do you think? The enjambment is meant to bring about a disrupted feeling, but I still want it to be a pleasant reading experience. Is it too much?