I inhale deeply of the heady scent of nothingness,
Gaze longingly through the window to the place named poverty of my soul.
Loneliness stands beside me,
His presence ever reassuring.
I am not alone.
I will never be alone.
For there is always doubt to keep me company.
I hear a buzzing in my ears,
The pounding of my jaded heart,
And know that I am alive,
Even though Life is beyond my reach.
There is a simple beauty in the reflection of sunlight on razor wire,
Or the cold emptiness of the shallow grave,
If we but seek it out.
I turn and look at my gaoler, asking him why?
He ignores me …
Or did he just ask me the same thing?
It is always folly to expect wisdom from within the mirror.