All alone in a small dark room.
Can't see, but I can hear.
Voices from the shadows filled with gloom.
Madness,
And sadness.

Darkest fears accompany these voices.
They're not in the shadows,but in my head.
They berate me with all my worst choices.
My only wish is for these voices to be dead.
Dishonesty
Leads me to unlawful ceremony.

This room has no windows.
No light can seep in.
Only darkness' smoke-belching billows,
And demons with their malicious grins.
Hope,
It isn't far, but it is close.

Now I see cracks in this dark room.
Glimmers of light and sovereignty.
They're finally breaking through,
With peace they'll guarantee.
We are free,
From the system's machine.

© The Wolf of Poetry Forest