Prisoner In W'Hole
Prisoner: In (W)hole
In mystic maze of dungeon
life etches pain
deep in the womb of mind.
Light taunts the darkness.
Seeking vision, sanity lurks
in the 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
solitary confined. Sacrificed.
Standing in the mud
of the blind goddess of justice
freedom rings---echoing
from the mystic maze of dungeon.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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