Faltering Light

The bars of my cell are fastened together with the loud barks of combatant's screaming dimwitted noise. Discouraging whips scar my will, leaving seared brands of indignation, attempting to disrupt my poise. Plagued by thoughts of being 'freed', becoming a slave to the wallowing whines of emotional boys. But escape from this prison of censoring will be the only way my words I can fully and freely employ. This is what it has become, the majority rules even if they are fools in search of something to alleviate their pain The primitive verbiage selected has infected the beautiful dialect poets once protected even in mitts of being slain. The dumb lead the blind, the blind lead the deaf and the deaf mute the truth-Sayers; calling them insane. Talents and time is wasted for the hopes of being accepted by the mob with it's self imposed mask of compromise and shame. Resented for the refusal of the acceptance of the blatant deception that has construed the greatest minds of our day. Minds are swayed not by logic but the acceptance of fallacies brilliantly constructed for the weak to silently slay. Leagues of terrified voices leave the obvious, humble truth inaudible; vocally gagged, tied up and hidden away. But rue will blanket the day when truth is released for it's wrath will be justified; leaving their debt fully paid. But till then let this lyric be the breath that fills your exhausted lungs; inhaling the courage to carry on. Lighting the glorious flame damped by the deceitful words that doubt and fear harmoniously sung. May these word spark, and electrify your creative minds; resurrecting the beat of your poetic heart. Jolting life to your unique, unadulterated poem worthy of nothing less than a glorious depart.