I’ve nowhere to begin
I don’t know where the end is
I don’t know how to start
I wash my mind eccentrically
I can’t see past my eyes
I’ve broken inside
and they caught me
now I can’t get out
Is my fate as simple as it seems
held prisoner
as my soul bleeds away each time
I see the locked oaken doorways
sturdily barring my freedom
I beg the sky for lockpicks
but nothing phases through
the ceiling to aid me
freeing myself from this prison
so I sit in the dank shadowy cell
scratching at the dirty walls
with a stone, scrawling my timeless limbo
on the blocks of granite
waiting as I go slowly mad,
thinking the futile scraping around
the iron frame of the bars covering the window
is actually making progress
breathing less and less each day
as my eyes see less the shallow scratches
I make, entertaining myself beyond infinity
digging for my piece of mind
lost, discarded now buried
by centuries of dirt and time
I will the walls away
but they stay, they still stay
sitting peacefully, awaiting
the breathlessness of fresh air
to be felt once again
biding my mind
knowing escape will come in time
I continue to scrawl and scrape
digging away
at the rock
at the clock
patiently
hourglass sands forget
the sun rise and set
with my full attention
patiently
sipping away at the darkness
awaiting dawn