mind warp
my obedience at a single wafture,
incarcerated, deep within these walls.
no vestige of me remains since my capture.
detritus darkness dwells within these halls.
wishing for a miraculous rapture,
and yet I still respond, to all his calls.
resentful of his opprobrious conduct,
presumed his turgid language will instruct.
merely a sherd of my mind, is all that’s left
and the rest of me is fictile in his hands.
sanity imbroglio, inflicted by theft
and I comply to all his callus demands.
can I escape; is my lowly mind that deft?
can my mind be healed with hourglass sands?
upon my escape, this will all cicatrize,
as sanity only resides in my eyes.
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