My Stone Prison : Dark Poetry

Listen, can you hear it? Does its echo bounce across the miles? How the earth must quake with such force. 

Yet I hear nothing, feel no such quake beyond these walls in which I dwell. A prisoner of my mind, from the proof displayed to the outside world. Festering inside, tormented by whirlwinds of thought. 

Alone I sit, amidst the cold dark stone walls of this room in which I have bound myself. Trapped in the stays of a strait-jacket, long gone the struggle to escape.

This room has become my haven, my armor against the self-inflicting disasters I put upon my world.

Unable to see the chaos I bring. The power of my emotions remain hidden from my consciousness. I only know what I feel. Forever blind to the effects I cause as waves crash upon unsuspecting victims having the courage to look closer into the peepholes surrounding my room of stone. 

Such agony within, I tremble with want. Knowing full well I must continue to keep my soul bound within, preventing the destruction of those who get too close.

What torment. To be empowered with such love and desire. Desperate for the chance to unleash the flame, for somebody able to withstand the heat.

Forever unable to act upon intense emotions hibernating within. I fear such weight on another would be crushing, I want not such sacrifice.

Under all the layers I have built to keep you safe, there lies my most inner fear. The complete destruction of my heart and soul. For without one to see the truth, embracing the heat through eyes that burn from smoke, without this my soul shall wither and die.

Alone I remain, trapped inside my own inner prison. But through all the havoc I wreck, a glimmer of hope remains. Buried so deeply inside it cannot be extinguished. Such hope as this I keep hidden. Not allowing it to fester, to catch flame.

For if one overcomes the odds, stands as the battle is fought around him, he is oblivious to the fact the worst is yet to come. For though a battle may have been won, the war still rages within.

Those who have begun to see me, the real me, will now be forced to watch as I proceed to bury myself alive. For it one does exist that manages to get so close, they succeed in opening themselves up to getting hurt.

I will push, and I will pull, begin to question the sincerity of your heart, the depth of belief you give unto me. Constant fears and distrust in myself never cease to begin my end.

For if my room were to be opened to the light, and the stays of my jacket, loosened, untied I would be free to act, free to feel, behave as I like. To finally feel the earth tremble and quake as headlong I run, circling wide. Creating chaos upon the life you have built, destroying your faith that love still exists.

You give me an inch, I take a mile. Not knowing when to quit, savoring life. Beware of getting close enough to see inside, for this is my prison, keeping us all safe from what simmers within.