Prison

Warped within a conscious mind

A dimly lit room shed of skin

Eyes for damnation and the proud man's sin

I hate the crossing over

In my shadowy mind I wear my prison

Built up from jilted memory

A sense of morals dulled by apathy

Close to man than I wish to be

A wallowing sufferer of delusion

I want to feel cleansing

Narcissistic and pure of memory

A gamble society prays to lose

Fateless nomad humble and meek

Will die to give the truth

Haunted in hunt for loving belief

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[Victoria PoetryBunny]

How come this has no more reviews? Love the simple title and the imagery and vocabulary in this. Really nice.