A blend of darkness shadows night,
Searching for answers emotional flight,
Scattered ash amid flames of rage,
His silent refuge a chain held cage.
No matter the rattle, no matter his strength,
No matter his pace, no matter the length.
Impossible the escape for a delusional mind,
Lost between reality, insanity, oh memories rewind.
Come forth passed visions, capture my dreams,
For his life no longer meant anything.
Captured illusions a scream from the walls,
They watch and wait as he calls.
They look at each other, a nod of their head,
A pill sent to him, put him back to bed.
They cannot control the torture in his brain,
But they can silence his cries of pain.
An eerie silence now, on the pillow he lay,
A few of his followers gather by his bed to pray.
Once famous, now unknown just barely alive,
The demons in his head chose to survive.
Ancient age, long ago lost his youth,
Always searching for justice and truth.
Lost now. He has no more strength to fight,
Enter the darkness, shadows in the night.
© Cynthia Clark