Living My Prison Sentence

New day, same familiar jail cell.

Imprisoned by the unpredictable warden, named emotion.

Sharing a cell with the Angel of Death, falsely identifying as my thoughts.

Forced to surrender to its co-conspirator, the one i call, regret.

Subjected to the harmful camaraderie between the two.

Both visiting from their home, the land of my self-consciousness

Branded by my afflictions.

Suffocated by all of the words I leave unspoken.

Mocked by the despondent soundtrack that vibrates through the prison walls.

Antagonized by the deafening pitches of shame, born from the lyrics of my testimony.