Prisoner Within

The Self Which Is More Conscious Than We Imagine.

Spreading over the distant horizon,

Culmination of centuries worth

Abominable mountainous growth

Creating darkness over dawn.



Jovial mask of the bygone era

Enacting again and again,

Saviors of the forlorn past

Juice all gone, saving the crust.



Heart echoes with a jumbled roar

Mind races a frantic lore,

Lost love lonely life

Encrusted with the poisoned sword.



Raptness raptures with sudden glee

Free fall, faltering steps,

A childish cry of self defiance

Last not least, all the same.