Aug 10
Abstraction/ Obstruction
Perfectly symmetrical,
The rhythm of these walls.
The jaded beast within
Is stifled by my calls.
Thru a web thus woven,
Time and yet again,
I stare thru vicious wind,
As silent as my sin.
My hunger fears regret,
And cowers 'neath my eyes,
So through this tired mask
I glimpse a world of lies.
Beggars, thieves, and mongrels
Dance across my sight,
Parading through my mind,
The Keeper of the Night.
Shackled by these walls,
I dare not dream again,
For fear of losing touch
With the jaded beast within.
