An Unforgivable Incarceration

I walk the silver line between dreams and daylight

I look to the west, the overcast landscape

The brooding bulkheads of monstrous nightmares

A throbbing keening behind my eyes

A restless foreboding within my breast

An ancient ache beats down upon me

The path home is lost

And an anger stoked, a forge fired

The bewildered fury of the hapless condemned

The prisoners of circumstance, and cold white dice

And undesired constitution, lacking a fortitude

The world demanded, they had none to give

The masquerade of balance as justice

The greatest mischief of our times and times past

And of times hence, for what does change

But the costumes, the actors, never the parts

The malevolent maker, He hides now

This Creation of His has failed us,

A monument to His hubris, His heinous act

So now I walk the line alone

There is none to charge, none to blame

Just the dreary days to eke away