Prisoner Bound


Prisoner Bound


Playing God, with fire I thought I could wield,

Leaves burns blacker than abandoned coalfields,

Led by lies slicker than Mephistopheles’ whispers,       

I lie covered in dry blood and skin blisters,

Hand and bottle bound together like twin sisters


Punishment by brimstone, fire, and sulphur,

A creature picks away at my scabbed liver, a vulture,

Every night it attacks my innards, I grow a month older,

Palms nailed into this rock, a bloodstained boulder, 

Trapped under weight Sisyphus could not shoulder


Paul Hughes

Paul Hughes is a breakthrough English poet. He writes about alcoholism, drug addiction, mental illness and religious transformation. He shares his writing at 

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