Strait Jacket[Foiled Wrapped Turmoil]

 
Guilt crawling in my mind
Like a head full of lice,
Scrub with rationalization
Once...twice...thrice,
Always a smear of notion
Left behind

Pardon my excuse to recluse thy self
Concern is confining as I,
Reach for redemption on an invisible shelf
Invitation to care,declined,
Solitude is what I choose
Consideration steeping in a cup of contemplation,
In brooding lewd-clandestine

I enjoy
The bouncy bunny tails of silence,
Teasing,relentless and coy

Why dance in the Broadway of Society
When I have my own drama to spew and flail,
I despise the culprit of conformity
Rebellious one...
I know me well

Dreams begotten
Toiled in the soil of sorrow,
Wishes many dusted apart
But not forgotten

Do not douse
With breath and fire,
The doubts you hoard & house
Snug with smuggness,
They'll be shamelessly aroused

Detained in a labryinthe
Of memories spent,
Glass unworthy and incompetent
Of evasive Time
To ever be an opponent,
A constipated cosmo where thoughts dreamt

So I succumb to you
Like an addict,
To the rabbit-hole torture
Of my own strait jacket.
SE.W.7.12.18.P.8.10.18.