Confinements of a soul, Confessions of the heart

I am trapped in a dead end zone.
The giant wall mocks me.
I grope frantically.
There is no way out.

Darkness falls quickly and quietly.
Like the laced curtains in a theatre.
And I wait for a new show,
A brighter next day.

I press myself against mossy bricks,
Looking at the scary presence of nothingness.
Gravity drags me and I crouch
Silently in a corner...waiting...

Far away I see a blinding light,
Like flashing emergency lamps
Or like ones in a lighthouse.
The guiding light I cannot reach.

My pocket bears a dry pen.
The ground is firm and smooth.
I can coat the earth with feelings galore.
And my words will be un-eraseable.

So, I scribble away designing
Nameless, mindless fears...
The nib beating
Against the chest of the earth.

One over another, I engrave my words.
They shine like gold
And glow like phosphorous.
The dark corners are ablaze like day.

In a single, long night,
The moon waxes and wanes
Revealing new letters each time.
They will be here for eternity.

I have done what I must do.
So I sit and wait for a new prisoner
With fingers spread out like claws,
My skin wrinkled like prunes.

I have lost my form.
I am a watery fluid
Floating in air.
Gaping like a fish.

The light shimmers on my face.
And I am a resplendent ghost.
A lonely, white manifestation Of emptiness.

I am the only captive
On a desolate lonely land.
Iam a waiting ghost
While the light gleams far away, unreachable for infinity.