Where Even Eagles Don't Dare Poem by Glory Sasikala

In the silent place in my mind -
you don't exist

your narrow, four-lined
square, boxed
suffocating point of view
does not exist

your inability to comprehend
any world beyond that
does not exist

your funny little
self-righteous speeches
from there
don't exist

your rigid rules
of shoulds and should nots
don't exist

your presumptuous
misnomer
as grandeur
your pomposity
does not exist

your crooked sadistic jokes
that thankfully
I don't get
don't exist

your unquenchable wrath
at my freed soul
flying high.......high! ! !
and your helpless inability to control
me
does not exist

'Cause in that little space in my mind
is a laugh
of unbridled mirth
at your childish
and futile efforts
to chase shadows
and try to conquer
the UNCONQUERABLE.