The Prison Inside Us

All these many years I’ve spent locked away inside my chambers

As my worn and hardened hands searched relentlessly through

the savage soil of my subconscious minds eye, searching

Within it’s ground for some semblance of faith or hope;

When with one fell clutch into the bloodiest

Bowels of my most despicable soul,

Within which my life shall be, and is,

Haunted in perpetuity,

I pluck the Evil aspects,

from depths which they’re hidden,

Slap them on the ground;

Then I flee them

And look not

Behind

ME!

Curst

-

I am!

The truth is

I yearn to set

Upon a new life,

Hoping to be reborn,

Rid my soul of greed and pain;

To feel, and want, love. . . happiness -

As a baby filled with shamming glee!

Don’t peek in this terrifying recess

Of such foul and degenerative disease!

Better to be living this life as such a fool.

Ah! To enshroud myself in such peacefulness and bliss!

Preferring blindness, imprisonment in total darkness!

I begin now to query my conscience with utter dismay.