The World In My Words

My Cell In Hell

1/19/15

I make my walls invisible,

and I yell at my windows for staying.

I hide in the shadows that I know must be there,

even though my lights are shut off and my blinds are pulled tight.

In the prison of my mind I have forbidden words.

Time is never spoken,

future is never thought about,

and dream is only a word to describe my actions as I sleep.

I am locked up for no crime,

but for simply the thoughts that have been racing in my head.

I am stuck in hell,

my own hell.

I hope that all of us who will burn in hell,

burn in happiness.

The only bars in my penitentiary,

are the ones that sell me the liquor you smell on my breath;

for liquor is my saving grace.

It allows me to think.

When I light the wick of my words,

I watch as their faces change and their actions alter.

Blinded by the light that I lit,

the speed of existence is hidden,

the storms around me spread my fire.

I try to love without hurting,

but as my heart skirts the edge of the underworld,

I pray to god for help.

While the irregular steps of intoxication,

travel from my mouth, all the way down my spine,

I sit in my cell,

waking up to the stillness every morning,

wishing the shadows would conceal me,

hoping the windows would shatter from my screams.1/19/15

I make my walls invisible,

and I yell at my windows for staying.

I hide in the shadows that I know must be there,

even though my lights are shut off and my blinds are pulled tight.

In the prison of my mind I have forbidden words.

Time is never spoken,

future is never thought about,

and dream is only a word to describe my actions as I sleep.

I am locked up for no crime,

but for simply the thoughts that have been racing in my head.

I am stuck in hell,

my own hell.

I hope that all of us who will burn in hell,

burn in happiness.

The only bars in my penitentiary,

are the ones that sell me the liquor you smell on my breath;

for liquor is my saving grace.

It allows me to think.

When I light the wick of my words,

I watch as their faces change and their actions alter.

Blinded by the light that I lit,

the speed of existence is hidden,

the storms around me spread my fire.

I try to love without hurting,

but as my heart skirts the edge of the underworld,

I pray to god for help.

While the irregular steps of intoxication,

travel from my mouth, all the way down my spine,

I sit in my cell,

waking up to the stillness every morning,

wishing the shadows would conceal me,

hoping the windows would shatter from my screams.