I'm gripping and clutching
my rubber band mind
that's in need of a stretching
passed cataract eyes blind
to the river bed rubble
that's bleeding my feet
when ahead I should be seeking
instead of my keep
where the keys to its castle
are ironed in rust
my stays longanimity
have turned tears into dust
the nails on my fingers
are overgrown twigs
scratching strained memories
in pulverized digs
where meters of earth mounds
of carbonized bones
no coffins were spared
for the poor nameless crones
from the dirge of the days
suns and moons in despair
I am not far behind
in this foul noxious air
where the dungeon's winged harpies
keep pulling my hair
each coded strand filched
depleted forbearance
as expunged DNA defeated coherence
the aim of my mission
a folly behind
an effort to stretch out
my rubber band mind…