I am a mad poetic scientist locked up in a poetic
penitentiary weaving jumbled words in my dim
Pimping my pain and pacing like a thug in italics,
speaking with double exclamation marks.
I crank my sojourner truth in a deep realm that
Bound in chains under solitary confinement for
my poetry chaotic inferences.
I am trapped with my obscure ideas and usually
mulling over a day’s events.
Thoughts ricocheting off the sides of my hard black
skull. Living with questions never to be asked.
Cowering in fear in a constant battle with convicting
confessions in a civil war that never ends.
I am locked up in poetic community with gilded
gates but without rehabilitation.
A life sentence of constant worry and distress.
Alone with my thoughts in world overpopulated with
regret and incarcerated by the human condition.
A subject of torture, ridicule and baseless judgment.
My consciousness is fragmented and violently beaten
into submission by my woes.
I am prisoner of the 21st Century. Trapped in my poetic
world without room for appeal.
A poetic conviction that fits the description of a fictitious
personal life story.
Living a life dictated by the subconscious influence.
Conspiring against a world dancing to the beats of society.
I pace through the corridors of this poetic penitentiary,
provoking my tired mind with rhetorical questions.
My juggled mind is a maze. Some day all the haze will
disappear and my deep thoughts will change the way
many see the world.
So i crown my poetic madness with scantily dressed
rhymes, hoping that they will slowly diffuse when
i break free from these chains and someone might
decipher my mad poetic calculations.