canto 8
locked in a room
hearing lives roll around
in braying cries
the lacking pound of doom
head in hands
the dreams revisit
this time more honest
of my faults
in each offered passage
between the life evolved
in the shadows and the diverts
a pearl bearing clam
prized open now
by prison dirty fingers
now that name I spat with ire
sticking to me disgrace drooling
of all superiority inversed
now each unkindness shrinks me small
and bent of back
with plucked eyen
until in blindness
I call out in pleading fright
to touch another however briefly
share a smile in casual exchange
to repair the hurt
of friendship strained
now the flies extinguished
buzz malicious
surrounding round my fractured spirit
I carry heavier than tired feet
forgiveness is the sweetest fruit
but one more choked
than tasted
yet for all the desire to escape this room
I cannot accept humility