Imaginary Prisons

What of the man lost
To his own convictions?
So much that he jeopardizes
His own position

What of the man
Who buried himself alive
Closed his mind to any dissent
Called it a lie

And in this way
Did he create
Imaginary prisons

He built the walls
Brick by brick
With notions he created
With mortar thick

Convinced he had discovered
Some secret to life
A glimpse of heaven

The walls were dense
With ignorance
And stubborn indignation

People became concerned
As the last brick
Shut him out from the world

The man inside truly satisfied
For his beliefs had come to fruition
He couldn't hear the people's fear
As they gathered all around him
Unable to topple
His impregnable fortress

But the man tucked inside
His imaginary prison
Could no longer hear them

All was quiet
As he slipped into a peaceful slumber

What the people found
Upon discovering his body:
The man had died by his own hand
His limp body hung from the rafters
He had left a note
Condemning all non-believers

Be careful of your mind
If you start to find
Imaginary prisons