Imagination Confined-Poem Only

I sit on the b-r-o-k-e-n- bridges of despair
And  dip my feet in the wading waters of deception
the biological debates of his charitable compassion
Has handcuffed me to the rotted roots
of my haunted memories

The sea foam tides of animosity
is slowly drowning my volatile soul
In the ocean of illuminated delusions
where my alluring attitude will be [LOCKED]
((in)) a classified room
of sinister darkness

The floating laughter of my innocence
is [trapped]in the walls of forgotten echoes


---BUT---
if I s.t.e.p. on the vintage pavement
of b_r_o_k_e_n_ dreams

I will –NEVER- find salvation
behind the static guard of my nightmare's muse.
When  I shed my  invisible tears in the circulatory shadows
at night