mind.wolf

this is Siberia.
the rations are half.
the climate is rough.
the hours long.
the sleep empty- haunting.
dreams are labyrinths with
turns and fury waiting.
this place is Siberia.
my mind possessed.
I open blank gates with
a heaviness unweighed,
those that none can see.
I, a slave to its towering
am without peace.
I blame no one.