My Secret Prison
Maze hidden cheddar eluding
every twisting turn a doorway
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.
Depression building my will
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.
I scream at one wall
HA! HA! HA!
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!
Cheddar thoughts and running
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.
Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.
Copyright © Steven Fordyce | Year Posted 2013