Artist's Consequence Poem by Dillon Gay

I've taken a stupid chance
I've gone to far in this trance
I am trapped in here
With a great imagination to fear

Drowning in the isolation tank
Visions start to crank
A poet's mind is hard to resist
Especially if your part of its own mist

The mind is my own
But I have never known
Fighting against my own conceptions of beasts
I can't supply them with many feasts

*The man at the door was upon the wall
And many more of my creations to make me fall
My pen has caused much pain
And the only price is to no longer remain

*The man at the door is a character in my poem 'Man at the Door'

(This poem is a sequel to my poem 'Social Anxiety')