Green, Green Grass. 28.5.08 |
the pale day shines through
the grate of my dark oubliette.
chained to the wall,
i'm barely able to
subsist, exist, persist
into this uncertain future.
i know the key is somewhere
but i still have to climb
out of this hole, this trap,
before the key serves its purpose.
this cell is my iron maiden
to whom i have been married.
the old aphorism never held truer.