You would have prevented me from writing this
You are a strangler of a life that could have been indulged
A life realized
A chance taken
No you return all to the prison of safety
You are the governor and doubt is your prison guard

Who conceived you, was it I
Or were you inflicted on me?
For what purpose
What master do you serve?

You are the keeper of dreams
Boxed within your walls
At night while I sleep do you open those boxes?
Like some serial killer
Touching his trophies-his children-stolen
Forever stunted in infancy

I am that child you abducted
I have returned to redeem the past
For it is my story
And in that tale you were my schizophrenic sidekick.

I know your master
It was I
Your purpose it was this.