Pounds of Flesh

My mind wonders often

it delves into

the abyss of eternity

questioning and wandering

about its own mortality

for it's trying to discern

what’s waiting

on the other end

of the long tunnel

so it can free itself

from the genie of smokes

and the euphoric pandora

box chained within

relentlessly fighting

to expose the older man

who is hiding

under the mask

and white lies,

who truly yearns

to free the lost younger-boy

who’s trapped beneath

the pounds of flesh

that’s beating nonstop

yet non-responsive

to his demands

like an ear foreign to

a deafening sound

MidnightInk 8-17-2022