Nowhere To Run

October 28, 2024

A prisoner

of sentience

escape

self-denial

Incarcerated

deep inside

with voices

dark and vile

A prisoner

of every thought

his mind

a burning feast

The moments that

protected him

before

protect him least

A prisoner

of déjà vu

where now

and then conspire

His name convicted

to the flames

all dreams

— within the fire

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)

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