Books in boxes under bed
All belongings stored away
Life on hold for four years now
No escape the prison
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Books in boxes under bed All belongings stored away Life on hold for four years now No escape the prison  I see only dreams, nightmares Forever twisted, unholy A fever of unspoken frenzy A straight jacket of thought And memories  A poison arrow pierced me
Festering anger turned to hate For decades it sat there Pulsing ill will  I escaped the city as a thief
Armed with wit and guile Only to steal no peace of mind As barefoot I ran  She’s lead Transmuted into gold through love Our heart Bound deep but forever apart Our loneliness echoes in each other’s soul Yet we never speak, and angels weep 
Sea crashes plastic
Fish mercury fed Temperature taken Gaia infected Infested! Humankind spreads  Doubt dominates belief Self against self Shadow obscuring positive intention And all paths become blocked by the one who says ‘Can’t’ while the other fights, ‘Can!’ But the fight, soon lost, leaves only inaction a decision feared, never made, absconded Can I? No. Should I? No. Why not? You cannot win, see, you’re nobody, no one; who do you think you are? No one? Yes. No one . . . But we engage in conversation I let doubt seep in Friendly, I offer kindness And doubt dissipates Hopefully  Empty words Which we chose to believe Empty words Never meant to deceive We fill ourselves with promises that could never be achieved Our true love an empty love Cleave  White sepulchre, sinners absurd and infidel, Old Horny’s herd shoot up, monotheistic meth animism devolved, Heqet’s death  There’s this problem The blame A cold desire to heal the shame By cutting shallow, wishing deep Waiting for the blood to seep |
