Lifetime Sentence

For I'm a prisoner,
who does well in a cell

My mind accompanied
close personal acquaintances
with selves hell.

I can weather the storm
and wrong the ship

Yet never, my kindred soul
opening doors, finds.....
something right with this.

If I were book
bound by covers

Risk, and look
what lover discovers....

Lonerism bubbled voyeur
Surrounded by parasitic care

Freely giving blood
too many shades of love,
keeps me unaware
that I'm selfless to share;

So to are the voices
attached upon multiple moods

Centered thru dark and light
lulled by ominous tunes,

Their stories, maybe wild
wondrous and true

All very creative,
though...couldn't imagine you.

I hate the way
they stretch the week

The masses question sanity
as if for some reason
we'd nothing left
in our boring repetition
but to signal defeat,

Sure, my laughters demented
in no need of ammunition

If the sentence, artificially up
would be of my own volition

Than contradiction be
the death of this write

Giving no meaning~limitations
and why we fight for life.

For I'm a good prisoner
to myself a slave,

Speaking out in words
of freedom
through voices unheard
Scared to act on reason
or accept what's deserved....
trapped, in remainders day

A heroine breaks barriers and walls......
pries thru mind, there to stay.