Prism

Its a prison in the face of a prism,

Whatever happens stays within.

Captured forever in the prison of emotion,

Desires lay back in erosion.

Why am I in this commotion?

Where is the clarity, faith,

Is this a give and take?

No; its the barrier to me,

The real me, who sets to be free.

How did I end up here?

Did I end up in the domino of my fear?

I shout, I shout, I shout, I yell,

Fell into this contracted hell,

Slipped away from me, from her,

Held her hand so tight, now she withers.

How did I capture her too,

Who is making me the fool?

Am I my own doom?

Not letting her bloom?

Faded in the fogs of sabotage,

Is it real or a mirage?

Why is she holding me down,

I frown, I frown, I frown, I drown,

Deep into the high frequency,

Stop it! I need consistency.

Leave me alone, let me go,

You made me my own foe.

Spider casts her web on the prism glass,

Is this my way out? Alas!

Like the flow of stream I rise,

Making my own premise