Deterioration of a Mind

 

Cowardice, hearing screams, then

the slap of a hand on flesh,

Pushed open the door to the red place

Where all the soft, slimy things throbbed

in unison with the haphazard beat.

 

He took his seat in the watchtower,

gazing out upon a touchable world.

The chair had once belonged to spirit,

Who now lay bleeding in a corner,

Broken and beyond repair.

 

Cowardice took hold of the body,

Lowering the temperature,

Clouding its vision,

Holding it prisoner in fatal clutches

Until his domain stood frozen.

 

He ensnared the muscles, a dictator,

And bade them to do his wretched will.

 

Cowardice’s puppet never yelled,

Rather, she continued to exist coldly,

Turning tail when spoken to harshly,

 lashing out at her juniors, abusing them.

Escape was impossible; cowardice controlled her.

 

The puppet never learned how to cut the strings

And fall free from her maestro.

She suffered under his reign until she cracked,

Deteriorating under his vice grip,

Until she became truly dead.

 

Cowardice sat in his tower,

Which had grown decrepit with age

Under his rule. He lounged

In his hidey-hole, laughing wickedly

At the remains of what used to be

an impenetrable fort, whose walls are

 now sprouting mosses and mold

from the cracks.

Author's Note

I understand the the beginning is a bit vauge.