They’ve wounded me again,
They – the ones that speak incessantly deeper behind my back.
They’ve formed a council against me once more,
They that ridicule me till I quit,
They have organized a maze for me again,
The one I’m entangled in and wallow in, near death’s door
They have me again,
Neatly packed in their fishnet trap for ransom
But today I rejoice,
Because they.
They don’t know the power of youth.
Though they flourish in their machinations like of yore,
They’ve forgotten the capability I’ve developed over the times they dethroned me.
I seat near my unsettled throne.
Head aching with the pains of before.
Soon I shall recapture the mesmery again and push towards light,
The light that has recently shone brightly from the base of my brain.
1st April 2014
