Words Of An Idle Mind

Hard-wood Prison (poem)

Oh! It's that peeking light again,
Coming from the singular hole, wishing it to stay.
Alas! I will strike another mark
On the hardwood walls for another day.

I am absolutely glad for the flickering lights,
That glows dimly, once a 30 moons.
The rest of the nights, in my 'home' room,
I am accompanied by the ruthless, soundless goons.

One of them is named Insanity,
He makes me stride on the hardwood floors.
Master of all, master of none,
He is the guardian of the 'freedom' doors.

The other calls himself Hallucination.
He brings with him a dozen unseen friends,
They taunt and they flaunt, as i cower in the corner.
They leave behind just screaming bands.

The third is proudly named Phobos,
His multiple faces reflect my every fear,
He never leaves you, just hides,
Never too far, always, always too near.

There are others too, acting like jailers,
Hunger, Thirst, Loss, Pain,
Always banging, rattling, stomping the hardwood walls and floors,
Until a life without them seems like a bane!

And me? All i do is watch them,
And become the puppet of their desires.
Sinking deeper in the sands of nothingness,
Saved only by sunlit fires.