Alone and afraid, and held taut by an imaginary line,
He is locked away forever in the squalid prison of his mind.
Endlessly, day after day, he stares into a hopeless and cruel eternity,
forever searching, and always grasping for answers to this never ending dream.
Imprisoned is he, in this introverted cell without bars,
trapped in the emptiness of insanity gone too far.
He is a prisoner, and a permanent member of irrelevant time,
for he succumbs without pause, to the torments of his screaming mind.
He screams,
and no one hears,
He cries…
And once again and again
In his mind of fear…
He dies.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
This screams out at you
and definitely gets the
readers attention.
EXCELLENT OUTSTANDING WRITE!!!
yf, *Linda*
Excellent Depth and verses Allen
It seems an increasing number of people are at risk for this
dilemma. As we forget, or never learn how to relate on a human level
we become petrified of precisely what we need the most.
Vulnerability and Contact. Very Good Piece. Vicky