Poetry

Prisoner

Prisoner —
Of my own mind
Banished to the black gorge
Where dubious whispers
And anxious fears
Crawl the looming shadows
Breathing hot against my neck
Weighing my shoulders like lead
And these clouded sockets—
Tired and glazed
Cannot see beyond the grey
Fractured
Disillusioned
By the madness
Blind to the guiding light
Of radiant gold
Kissing salvation
At my webbed lashes

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