Dungeon Jungle

kept as prisoner in his own mind by
a pariah with a two-headed pit bull

imaginary demon cellmates that are
all too real to kill awaiting chow

the fear is true and penetrating
seeping through the rusty bars and

crawling up his legs like spiders
and cockroaches and bilge rats and

here there is no room for sleeping
keeping eyes in the back of your

head ever-open and vigilant watching
your own back in this dungeon jungle

behind escape-proof walls that don’t
exist and the only way out is parole

or death and you’re on the warden’s
shit list so parole is not an option

©James D. Casey IV 2018

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