Going Down

Going Down

Can you hear my scream silent and no less real than a Munch Painting?
Joints grinding like mill stones around my neck
Muscle atrophy and disease building to the Grande Finale
Can you see the fear in my eyes furtively searching for judgement?
Condemnation a regular expectation
Eyes cast down like unwanted presents
Can you taste the gall of bitterness my memories bring?
Trying to cling to some long forgotten delight
Like a frightened child to his comforter
Can you feel the unwanted tremble as I venture beyond these walls?
This prison that I call my home prison and sanctuary
Hiding from my own appetites and desires
I shall die unknown hidden inside this flesh
Corrupt and blown