This prison I’ve created
is totally self made
This world I’ve evaded,
the fodder I trade
The reward is the punishment
in not taking part
The scars not to heal,
as I sit alone in the dark
The consensus, the polling,
all truth on the run
The shadows of misery,
— no day in the sun
The price of the membership,
an eternity black
With dealers and charlatans
all looking back
This prison I’ve created,
by rejection self made
This world I’ve evaded,
the fodder I trade
No verity in circumstance,
the horse trails the cart
These bars I look out from,
— a last lonely heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2015)
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