Pain StrengtheningBody WeakeningWill FleetingLife Feels defeatingStanding on the edge of that wellMind ContortedThoughts DistortedDreams AbortedBecause all Is purportedAnd lingers on the edge of that wellI’ve grown wearyI’m tiredMy body is miredHalting any thought processesThat need to move forwardThe cycle never endsRound and roundNo hope to be foundAnd it’s the bottom of that wellI hurtle towardWith… Continue reading The Prisoner
