A Proclamation
by Reza C. Clifton

One door shut.
The next one that opened
Led me to the vestibule of hell
Where witches were dressed like
magic fairies
And where warlocks place spells
On the souls
Of those who enter
And laugh at those
Whose awareness is
Nothing more than smokescreens
And shattered mirrors.
I want to escape this lair
But I don’t know the password
Nor do I know how to
get to the wizard
And the malnourishment
from which I suffer
Makes me stumble rather than walk
And fall instead of stand
I am ready to stay lain.
I am ready to ring the bell.
I am ready to admit defeat
A proclamation that for now
Is written but not declared.