Portrait

I have become
What I sought to undo
Altered in their image of hate
And hate became my fate.

Cured from love
Purity sullied
Best intentions paved the way
The means destroyed the end.

Willed ignorance, educate me
To greet your transcript of reality
Deviance from your establishment
Imperils the spoils of avarice.

Seek help for shattered hope
They will aid the illness, not its host.

The mirror to my past
Now reflects how it will last.

So here I stand
Afraid to reach
Out towards her welcome
And touch her healing hand.

Should I attempt, they will surely come
To prevent her from doing me wrong
Truth is madness, as madness is real
Bound to their machinery of sanity.

Quench my desire
Free thought is fire.

When I am aged and grey
My weary flesh is aching for the grave
She finally approaches me
And points me to the door
Read the words engraved
Your time in this place is served
Past the door I realise
Death pays regards on the entry side.

Sophia
Farewell, my love.