A revolving
TRAP door
ILLUMINATING gravedigger
Lonely eyes
Where dreams
Came to die
Loaded gun
Brokenness UNDONE
Sifting through
Piles of stone
Searching for
A whole NEW meaning
HOLDING
On too what
Always fighting
The failures
Of wasting time
Staying between
The LINES
Has become a bit easier
If I could speak
NOW into existence
Why did it take
So LONG to get me HERE
Dead end roads
Piled up
MIRRORS on the walls
They LIED to me
All my life
A replica I’m not
No longer a PRISONER
Of the games
That they played
A MERE image of what
I used to be
SQUASHED
That dog won’t HUNT anymore
He’s buried and dead
Prettier PICTURES
Became me
Blank CANVASES
NOW of my
Own CHOOSING
They light up
MY world to no end
I CREATE what I want
And do what
I SEE FIT with them