Healing Claustrophobia Poem by David Tierney

There's no escape,
Integration swallowing me,
Society's perceived sanity
Digests my mental eye
Eroding...

Perceptions of pain,
Pour out my veins,
Skin glands secreting,
I drown….
In humanity's lake
Of sweat and blood.

Enclosing walls of hands,
Gesturing with promises
Of a shrunken world:
Glowing with happiness
And ignorance.

This claustrophobic feeling
Is destroyed with conception
Striking an inactive thought
The exit is drawn,
Ambiguous gates.

A highway lying desolate,
Crushed child's head,
Legless collie,
Tears flow,
Happiness envelops,
Progression is here.

Agony surrounds those lying dormant,
Who have built straw houses,
Not answering the door,
Dancing to the music,
Just turn up the stereo.

The amusing view,
Of my insanity,
Their certainty,
Of a world perceived,
Is one of hilarity.

Staring in superiority
At the cage,
Discovering my handiwork
The constructed pain,
Calligraphic coloured ruby
False transcendence created.

It was I that captured you,
Trapped in the greenhouse,
Seeing it as something
To break you out of,
Envisaged my ascension.

I am the god
That created the crushing palms,
Decided that we
Are strangers,
That you are wrong.

Painted illusion of a pilgrim
Strolling in circles
In an artificial garden where
All his pretty flowers grow,
‘Please have some water.'

Of course then again
I made the scenery
And replaced it
With this new construction,
Perhaps I should cease;
Laying bricks.