A Prisoner, Myself
For over 5 years, a prisoner to myself
Shadows of isolation cast upon my very being
Searching for traces of sanity, satiated in a cell
Of my own design, questioning another breath
The delusion of all hope, the desolation of despair
Has enraptured broken fragments of my soul
And left a limitless void, stretched out beyond time and space
To be is to suffer, to not be is to relinquish oneself
I am left to question whether recollection is possible
I demand a truth to my life in Platonic form, but find nothing
A Sisyphean struggle beyond all compare to only find death
Shadows of isolation cast by a dying fire, a candle to be snuffed
Fueling that flame is me, imprisoned inside the darkness
Myself