Confined to a locked window of perception (short poem and story)
Confined to a locked window of perception.
Nothing coming my way; save misdirection.
Crumbling sorrow crucifies my erection.
My walls stained with blood at darkness' inception.
Futile musings do not support truth; I fail to see clearly even as I plummet off the roof.
I was trapped in illusion, a fool.
Trying to find serenity at the doorstep of a troll.
Maybe now it will become clear, I think,
As I plummet towards the pavement towards certain death.
