My mind is a prison…
Incriminating thoughts come to my conscious mind, prosecuting my neurons sentencing
them.
Them. those thoughts, YOU. ARE. MY. shackles and cuffs. A prisoner I am, but why me?
My fears, my fear of knowing those fears all too well keeps me captive in my cell.
Block C.
WHY CAN’T I BE FREE?
Days with THEM suffocating my cranium extracting my free will and leaving me where I lie.
A prisoner of my own damn mind…
Weighed down by my cellmate, mental was her first name illness was her last, a shadow she was. In my space MY PERSONAL SPACE, breathing my breaths stepping my steps.
WHEN WILL IT BE OVER?
WHEN CAN I ZONE OUT WITHOUT THINKING HOW OR WHEN I AM GOING TO DIE?
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO UNTHINK THE THOUGHTS THAT HAVE STRUNG ME ALONG
And have now doomed me to this consciously unconscious prison.