It is a truly sad moment
when you first come to realize
that the inner dialog you thought
you were having with your psyche
has been little more than a monologue,
the ramblings of the court jester,
or worse, the fool, your psyche
having grown deaf to your complaints,
your incessant worries, or worse still,
the ever growing fears you bring upon
both of you, tying ever tighter
Gordian knots on the locks that keep
you in solitary emotional confinement.
Of course you want nothing more
than to escape, to untangle the conundrum
but your psyche says it has lost
the carefully drawn map and you
will just have to find your own way out.