My Prison

My Prison


Magnificent urgent light
So candid but tangible
Tight framework
Glistening in its own sight
What a marvel character
Stubborn in malignant growth
I fall, tripping and stumbling
Once again to strive for a goal unmet

Needy words from a strong one
Living to please and heal the wounds of another
Meaning nothing more than that
Extravagant prodigy
Prognostic congeniality
A way to surrender into a past life
Menial discipline in fair grounds
Can't distribute a mental glimpse
Into a future in the martyr's expense

Dancing prodding cold feet
Manifest in this dream
Silence the bore
In clothing too thick to see through
Lessons abroad the mass rite
Jumping and fleeing the battle ground
Voices calling, straining for the innocent to return

Caressing the narrow minded fool who's lost one too many
Can't find the way out of this hole
Can't see the light through the door
Needling the stifling one in the eye
Damage congruent to the affliction apparent

Denying what's real
Searching in depths too far
Digging for gold
Poverty in the making
Consistent fragility intruding the illness
Weak but bold
Fighting the truth
Helpless infant in a mold

Imagery correlating
Beautiful colors
Vivid truth
A mad scientist in the making
Dissolving the faith restored by intruism