L. Wolfe

Mind Hostage

Lost and alone

trapped in my own. 

Seeing the light 

always there but never bright. 

Irrational fear of life 

stabbed by the sharpest knife. 

Take a pill to help the pain 

explaining why I don’t in vain. 

Watching life pass me by 

knowing I don’t wanna die. 

Still waiting to be free 

like a giant oak tree.