CAGED
Sitting on a bench head down
Nothing but iron bars
No help coming, none expected.
Memories flood the mind
No rest, no sleep, no freedom.
Caged, yes caged in your own mind.
Feelings of hopefulness
No hope, none. Just emptiness
Still sitting, still waiting.
No feelings, strange despair
Keep the darkness
No light doth shine
No escape, no hope to find
Waiting for death
The only relief that will last
The entire spectrum of colors
But only in eyes of the mind
Stench of death
Still caged, still no hope, still no relief
Dare not to sleep, perchance to dream
Black cloaked vision of death.
To escape, a foolish dream
To be free, a fools reality
Caged until death.
Realism? No such thing exist
Torture? Only self-imposed
Relief? Not in this life