Prisoner In Whole
PRISONER: IN THE (W)HOLE
In mystic maze of dungeon, life etches pain
deep in the womb of mind.
Light taunts the darkness; vision sneaks in and
sanity lurks in closing twilight of fear.
Death laughs at cringing realities
suicide refuses to notice: a thought
Conceived in contradictions of this God
forsaken (w)hole.
The blackness is and I am
solitarily confined; sacrificed
To the blind goddess: Justice
Echoing freedom in mystic maze
of dungeon.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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