The Prison

This prison I’ve created…

  totally self made

 

This world I’ve evaded

  the fodder I trade

 

The reward is the punishment

  for not taking part

 

Old scars not to heal

  as I wait in the dark

 

The consensus, the polling,

  all truth on the run

 

Their shadows of misery

  no day in the sun

 

The price of the membership

  an eternity black

 

With dealers and charlatans

  all looking back

 

This prison I’ve created…

  by rejection self made

 

This world I’ve evaded

  the fodder I trade

 

No verity in circumstance

  my horse trails the cart

 

These bars I look out from

   —a last lonely heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)

 

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