Solitary Confinement

If there are any deliverers out there,

I'm in here,

languishing in the prison

of my sins,

thrown here by satan at the

slightest provocation,

tortured by the Accuser of the Brethren

with his red hot iron that sears my

soft conscience

until I pass out from the strain

of my own exhausted screams.

If there are any deliverers out there,

I'm in here,

scrunched up in the corner

of my black depression,

while spiders, rats and cockroach

failures

crawl all over me,

adding insect scariness to my

soul's insanity.

If there are any deliverers out there,

I'm in here,

crouched inside my "happy self"

where you can't see me.

Spiritual Borg
05-13-92