The Inquisition

Today the Inquisition

Came knocking on the door

They always come at these

Times

Funny to say that word when I’ve lost

A sense of time

They come tomorrow too

Their favourite word

“Perfection”

I fear

Their words when they say

I am a Failure, Inadequate, Scum

Of course, it is not the

Insults but the Disappointment

The Lead Inquisitor likes to give

A good burning at the Stake

quoniam punitio non refertur primo & per se in correctionem & bonum eius qui punitur, sed in

bonum publicum ut alij terreantur, & a malis committendis avocentur

I am the Public, and this is the Good -

Tonight dreams are filled with thoughts

Of flying, a thing that seems

Possible

For moments in the night

My fingers would brush the

Concrete, steel, brick

So close,

Heaven’s embrace.

But somehow I am pulled

An agonising tug, a scream

From this beautiful high

It’s easy to say

“Breathe.”

And easier to say

“Try.”

Don’t You know that

I’m already trying?

I know You want me here

Lock me to the earth, this soil

That bleeds these chains of gold

I want to be here

I want to be here

I want to be here

but

The sky is calling me back.

Blasphemy, heretics

I am told by You to endure but

Is my life one spent locked with

The Inquisition?

Today the Inquisition

Came knocking on the door

They always come at these

Times

- anonymous