Prison of My Mind

Prisons of smoke, hell's grim confines
No primrose gardens, no flowery lines
The Sword of Damocles did loom up on high
And the Dungeon Scales of Threave; they too were nigh

Memories and guilt rack'd the blaspheming
And whirlwinds belted around the scheming
In the middle of all this, once you did find
Me, in the Prison - The Prison of My Mind

I judged myself and whipped my skin
Till the lashes left marks, both thick and thin
I punished myself and others as well
I condemned us all to the fires of hell

For twenty-two years I lived this way
Tormenting the world, night and day
Was this how I should live my life?
Intending to give bliss but end up giving strife?

My own true Self who was soft and caring
Was guarded by my Other, with fangs baring
I decided to let Me out, and slash my image
So within myself, I did search and rummage

The shallow mask I wore to the world
Melted away as my sins unfurled
I began to live life like I was me
And not who I forced the world to see

I learned to trust, and not mull things over
For too much thought is like a leap from Dover
I love Myself, and this side I will feed
The Prison of My Mind, no more will I need