Spoiled Mind of an Old Youth

Forced on repeat
in the oppressive heat.
Meshed mind of
rusted cogs.
Rancid bog home
to the delusion fog
twenty years deep
five years long.
 
Scaling the sheer wall
to grasp the precious.
Evolve, break out from
my chrysalis.
 
Climb, climb, climb.
Can’t wait to see myself shine.
 
The bog below keeps calling,
and the fiends up top keep me
falling, falling.
 
I’m stuck on repeat and
I hate this heat.
My mind is a nest
of tempered cogs.
A lifetime deep,
a sadness long.
 
Bloody hands holding my
severed tongue.
They send me visions of
a young man hung.
Strong rope tied up
frayed hope.
 
The old man trying
to help me cope.
Father why?
Mother how?
 
Why is it like this?
How could it be so?
I don’t want to cease
yet I feel like I need to
all over. Again.
I’m stuck on repeat;
I hate this heat.
My mind is a mesh of broken cogs.
Bad bog, deep fog.
 
Climb, climb, climb.
Can’t see myself shine.