Self Imposed

 

You were exiled from your reality

imprisoned in a self created womb

It became your jealous existence

your only means for survival

A dual performance for all

but a withdrawl into the wings

A cave of self created fantasy

rich in bizarre imagination

for there was no audience

You kept a glimmer of light

a ray of constancy in hope

A waiting room for one

a refuge from an ocean of banter

a haven from the unspoken voices of prejudice

far from the clamour of hostile waves

This incubator for a confounded soul

was a home, a room in gloom

until the key of passion set you free

The cave is now dank and dark

it ran aground like Noah´s ark