The rhetoric of delusion.

I sit in the closed jar of delusion,
looking for rhetoric's absolution.

Your words flood me with regret,
your lies leave me full of dread,
losing my self on the vacant road,
I leave behind my distorted head.

I need some air to breathe again,
you took away all that and more,
leaving me gasping and breathless,
I need to know looking for the core.

I walk in dark clouds of resolution,
reaching for life's own conclusion.

I am the door to my own life's reason,
I sit within the halo of my blessed prison,
I look for light shattered through prisms.
I now have forsaken all the bloody isms.