Nocturnal Incarceration

 

Days of insipid light offer only abandoned hope

night fall is an avalanche of the deepest hue

Street lights offer not even a shadow

they stand as pylons bereft of any purpose

All is within a world of the broken spirit

daunted by pessimistic glee from a deeper void

Fleeting shadows drone about the hazy gloom

the horizon has surrended herself to the doom

I beg for a light to devour this world so obtuse

where we lie imprisoned and suffocated in turn

A light to overcome the perpetual gaolor

who strides about with satanic impunity

I seek liberation, a release from enforced bondage

to breathe again in a sun drenched vista of song

O let it come soon and deliver our corruption

to release us into realms of fruitful inspiration