Guantanamo Brain.

What nightmares manifest
& drag their feet
Thru the multitudinous corridors
Of this prison.
At low tide
Lobster thoughts are beached
On the shores of confusion
Snapping vicious hissing
Frothing starved insane
& now the lights are on
In Guantanamo brain.
What creature could find peace?
Engraved in cold stone walls
A tribute to the madness
Sanities eulogy scrawled upon
Concrete skies
Constellation of memories
Seared into the vision
Of self.
Confined &
There is no cure
But time.

Published by Lobster Thoughts

Poetic expression and general madness.

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