The cell bleak, light-less,
deafening silence wet with a chilled anticipation,
and walls are rough, a bite to the touch
inside my cell, my mind captured.
Allow I did this travesty,
this segregation of reality by fear,
soured dreams in fallen mercy
of a darkness I knew not to reside within.
Yet here I am, swallowed whole,
where shadows cannot hide,
for all they are everywhere,
and light the shadow midday lost.
No sleep nor rest abides this place,
the floor as jagged as my life,
and cold the air that drips into my lungs,
drowning in the lifeless glum of nothingness.
Here mind wanders,
stark flashes of memory light the space,
drifting from fear to paralyzing fear,
my heart clenched in their wake.
And what resolves in this cell,
this my inner fortitude in question,
while harsh reproach does sting with taunting flames,
my wanting flesh, my lost refrains.
One glimmer of light I plea,
one shard to carry my words of regret,
to higher than I be, in this crucible of folly,
this monstrous ineptitude.
In recompense, does a door open wide
to let life once again reside,
a light of discovery that quells all ills of past,
and stand will I to a new day,
quenched by a reconciling thirst.
I stay because I am stubborn,
once single thread attached to life,
the weight too much to hold in place
with all this dark affront,
baggage claim mine alone.
Tony DeLorger © 2017