The Pilgrimage Pt 1

 
 
in the living room he dwells  
alone with no lights  
choosing darkness over hell  
to illuminate a truth  
to reconcile with a viscous lie  
a man once tried to sell himself  
of a fictional character  
his soul refused to buy  
because    
 
'IT'  
 
had no code [a whole 'nother poem indeed]  
was easy to mold  
will do as was told  
but the core of the man  
was never built to fold  
the response was as natural  
as breathing  
when it all came to a head  
and he came into his own  
 
trauma reveals the real  
 
the catalyst  
found that out the hard way  
as he chose the highway  
over her way  
her sway now ineffectual  
as her loving character lay among  
the grateful dead  
 
hind sight 20/20  
 
what was it she repeatedly said?  
'you need to open your mind'  
an incomplete sentence she spoke  
'open your mind to what i want to fill it with'  
is the unedited version  
 
end of days accusations:  
 
'you're just like the rest'  
another incomplete sentence  
'you're just like the rest of the men  
who didn't fall for my bullshit'  
 
she wanted control  
more than she wanted a man  
she had the character  
primed and ready to fill his role  
in her life's script  
until the soul of man emerged  
and destroyed that mother fucker  
with a calmness in his chest  
and clarity in his mind  
 
and here he sits  
alone in his darkness  
immersed in an exodus from  
a 'self imposed' hell  
atoning in the ash of his aftermath  
as he willingly submits to the journey  
through the trial and tribulations  
of life's growing pains  
forever thankful for  
the experience