Darkness hangs in the air of the dirtchamber, permeated from an age past
Subjogating the mind to a submissive state, paralysed by fear.
Cracks of light flicker oft, hope illuminating briefly before it’s devoured by the darkness.
The unholy will of the dirtchamber debilitates the soul with reckless abandon
Gripped by the black hand, plundering the hopes and dreams of man.
Sitting quietly, meekly in the corner of the dirtchamber is hopelessness
Head buried in the knees, rotting from a twisted internal conflict.
Shackled in a death grip, violent screams - drowned by silence
Malevolent whispers drift into the dead air with contempt
Enslaved.
The formidable walls of the dirtchamber are reinforced with cold, heavy stone
But the cage is never locked, the cage is right there - touching distance.
Beyond the cage is destiny that is wholly controlled by man, not fate alone
That hopes and dreams fail is a fault that stems from within.
Each day one must undertake positive and constructive choices
A series of positive choices influence the wellbeing of the spirit
The mental currency which delivers freedom of mind.
Material desires, the self, are facades of the weak, motives laden with a breakdown of will
Pursuit of positive change is a fight one must prepare for, perpetual discipline - hard work
Immaterial - Powerful.
A Matthew Newton joint
16/04/17
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