These Poetic Chambers

Unable to escape, I remain in these poetic chambers that are a labyrinth of sweet refrain... never being attacked and frightened by echoing voices or clouds that are swollen with rain: I'm blessed not to have heard them or felt dreariness! Visions are converted to verses, nothing is left to lay in oblivion to abandon rage, a rage a forgiving heart forgets to move on and search for thoughts in late age; do I imagine total freedom consumed in extreme desires? No, this is my heavenly refuge: a place of serenest image!