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PRISONER OF MIND

PRISONER OF MIND

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I kept running into dead ends,

Eerie silences mocking my fail,

Soporific trances lending me a gaze,

Hundreds of ways in the never ending maze.


Moving shadows that whisper me names,

Creeping hands that keep me awake,

Monochrome walls granting the distaste,

My fiend friend bed keeps me embraced.


I sit next to a hole peeping perplexed,

A swish of sunlight, A twinge of prospect,

I vigorously scratch for hope,to escape the lull and mope,

Alas! Alighting into a deeper pit,all the twilight bereft.


I hungrily eye the smiling faces, moving their merry life,

A misty haze separates me, all the colors a blur,

A cackle, a shrill; emotions in pell-mell,

I yearn to belong thither, a distant dream never to unfurl.


Memories of my beloved and friends, encased in shimmering frames,

Unknowingly the sands seeped by, sphering me to this lone world,

Days turned to ages, it took ages for a day to end,

Nights bringing the hollow recluse, sunshine horrifying my bend.


I run from the known, the shams of loneliness not yet gone,

Thoughts, they race ahead to end on the starting note,

My heart numb of feelings; all hope, all trust forlorn,

I want to smile, to laugh out loud; or even to taste the bitter tote.


But my mind’s an aimless traveller, caging my body alike,

The soul’s itself trapped; no depths, no measured heights.

I want to walk ashore, don't reproach my friend!

Come on! Lend me a hand, stop pitying my sorry sight.


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