The Prison of Chaos

A Poem by Borislava Zo

Sentenced ...
to unknown
number of days
inside this
one person cell,
In the jail
of the darkness...
Found Guilty
to everything
I've been accused of ...
Stealing moments,
Killing hope ...
And a series of
other crimes
to be yet judged upon...

The walls caving in ..
Ceiling about
to crush my
pathetic existence...
As the corner is
no longer capable
of protecting me
from myself ..

Exhibition of madness,
I'm one of the
featured masterpieces..
Highly intense security..
Lasers, passwords...
Personnel Authorized..
Staff Only and
Invitations
to the Museum
of Chaos ...

Monsters guard the door..
Humans pass by,
laugh and throw stones
of judgement as
they break open my skull ..
& my silver matter
pours on the floor
for everyone to behold
the contents of this
Useless organ..
And go on
to the next cage
of this freakshow ...