Clawing For Purchase On the Impossible

Expectantly through the dingy window I gape Lucid for now but only flickering Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth Crushed by the ache of this place Catching fleeting images...a list of failed intents Heavy darkness; I cannot breathe within this dying space Floating slowly through the murk Like the ghostly answer in an eight ball Silently pondering every little quirk Forced into silence by a sudden free-fall Strobe-light convolution as I twist and writhe The dingy window my only hope But insanity knows not of this: refuses to recognize Through sickly illumination.....now I see the scope The nature and flow of destruction Like lava beds ebbing slowly through a dying wood My heart races with unwelcome knowledge and recognition …There is no way out because this dingy window is my prison-cell view to the normal world