The Prisoner

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