Tragic Apathy Is No More

I am trapped inside of myself,

Flesh encased in steel,

Screaming, straining against the frigid walls of a forgotten past,

a tortured soul.

Then I glimpse HIS face and my heart aches,

My head splits,

And the walls they crack and the steel tears,

And I stumble out on shaky legs,

Shrieking,

Skin burning,

And finally,

Even though the ghosts still hunt me,

the shadows flee and the demons quiet, 

And I am finally free.