I am trying to eliminate late or soon,
The horrors of my captivity,
Looking for a way out of this false illusion,
I become

The Journey

Rushing for first choice
Glossy red and gold carrousel horse
Slides high then low
On polished  pole.
Bells,

is there no way out of this
murky, dusty, dirty hole
filled with darkness sin
drugs
alcohol
the choke-hold of addiction
inhale

Prisons

never reach

beyond the insides of

the skull.

from thence

one

never flees,

never runs,

never ploughs the waves of

Struggling, everyday,

fighting to stay alive.

I'm walking a battered path,

barefoot and cold.

The path is lined with shadows,