Solitary Confinement

Caulk joints kept the water from
breaking through the walls of this
mind.  The tile resonated with the
bleating of a psyche stretched to the
outer limits.  The drain devoured
dreams down pipes of subconscious
personalities.

The door to this mental measure of
space was locked from the outside;
Its ward voided of all memory;
replaced by spectres imagined from
the deepest depths of insanity.

Yet for all this, I remained.
Identity slowly returned;
As I narrated it from the beginning
of time to the present moment;
and I beheld the light of the day
once again.
Sol never before was so brilliant,
but the memory of the dark still stays.

[21:35|24.1.012] ©c.thomas.carter