Illdisposed

There's no door in these cold walls
surrounded by the infinite
My card is reading cardiac
my thoughts won't seem to comprehend
Why? The lost sentence, in varieties of religious experience
The truth: a direful legacy, has driven me to my knees
I'm hurt
Pschiatric disbelieve, "good luck when you're panoplied"
A force divided by slavery, a senseless futility
A must to see the unholy state, in which I was held for a while
A study in grief taking over my mind, as I declared my soul to behind
Just longing for the first day, to say, I'm back this time I'm here to stay