I Cannot Go Back

Sealed lips

Compel me to swallow

Bitter truth

Several times over

Till I exhale fumes

From eyes and ears

Yet,

The darkness of my interiors

Remains beyond artistic imagination

It might come out as the evil

I fought against all my life

This is not recycled fury

It is putrefaction

Stinking transformation

Into a new self

Alas! I cannot go back

To my weak, older self.