My mind is a prison

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.