Prisoner In (W)hole

In mystic maze of dungeon,

life etches pain deep

in the womb of mind.  Light

taunts the darkness.

Seeking vision, sanity lurks

in the closing twilight of fear.

Death laughs at cringing realities

suicide refuses to notice:

a thought conceived in contradictions

of this God forsaken (w)hole.

The blackness is---and I am---solitarily confined---

sacrificed on the altar of the blind goddess of justice;

echoing freedom in the mystic maze of dungeon.