MIND'S PRISON

abmakko

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An existential quest to be free,
How to be human and not to be.
The jailer clanks the Iron gates,
Breath fumes like rusted metal.

Should've known you were the one,
The ghost of many faces.
Hovering like troubled smoke,
Checking to see if I am woke.

A dialogue between split thoughts,
The struggle for the inner light.
Peeking outside the Prison Box.
Caught a glimpse, a reflection of god.

The thought walls of my own making,
Mind's crust reshaping as tectonic shift.
This is my Shawshank redemption,
Thinking through my own shit.