My Secret Prison
Trapped again!
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.
I cry.
Depression building my will
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.
I sleep.
I scream at one wall
HA! HA! HA!
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!
I succumb.
Cheddar thoughts and running
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.
I laugh.
Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.
Copyright © Steven Fordyce | Year Posted 2013
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