Surrendered Self

A Poem by Morgan Wolfram

"Society Is A Prison" "Submit To Your Self" "Set Free"

And Avast! The door closes in ease,
With the last spark of lantern left undone
The question of whose story shall unravel and whose will be guarded.
The one who faints to the rhythm of my restless words
One who bows down to the crevices in my white lies?
One who swallows the key to my freedom?
One who carves the cage apart with bare bleeding fingers?
One who exaggerates tales of vile demons before my eyes lock away the midnight?
One who defends my pity, pride and body as I lay unawaken?
One who leaches me to the plunder of bed as the house burns to bits?
One who summons the sun to feed me?
One who tells the moon to lay flowers on my unattended grave?
One who whips me out of guilt as I’m crowned the destroyer?
One who is traumatized as my reflection stares back through the false looking glass?
One who stabs the light with a butcher knife and raises a new elegant bulb?
One who serves me weapons of occult as I escape the horizon?
One who intentionally drops my coin in the wishing well?
One who laughs as my head shatters into infinite pieces scatters through floor?
One who chains me to the sacred point of desperation?
One who tells me it’s ok?
One who imprisons me on invisible expectations?
And at the same time sings while breaking me free with merciless tears of joy?
The only one who decides who’s story divine is to be.
And avast, Then there’s me
Just me.