[Environmental/Elusive] a poem

The dungeon of this heart
has been molded
from the dungeon my heart
has retreated to
Imprinting is unavoidable,
a natural by-product,
as one who hates themselves stray
into aggressive mimicry for everything
they even, if only to elude their reflections

According to the sea,
the calm & the storm occur
within the same life form;
what I am is now what I am,
what I may have been all along,
trapped in a modeled ruse , forever condemned

If be the burrow,
if not the reclusive,
a sea swallowing the poison of a
disregarding species,
it can be said how splendid it is
to see one accept their sentence,
walk unaccompanied,
without shackles,
into a cell designed,
a cell chosen to house what will
become an eminent insanity


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]