Emancipation-poem

Pain but nothing to gain 

Building so constant, this need to release

Infected with despair so toxic it molds into me

I lie on my back watching the ceiling encroach 

Eyes a flutter with streaking salt water

One arm braced

The other clutching a shank of solitude 

It eases the anguish with every streak of red

Light headed, a-rye my pool of solace grows

Eyes closed, there lifts 

A brightness encapsulated by darkness that beckons 

the tool of my jail-break surrounded by my essence.  

My emancipation, cut  free of this world.

RBM 08/04/11