Confined to this cell that's
filled with everything and everyone
that I have ever known;
How did I get stuck here?
Memories play like films in
this oubliette that is my brain.
**** they're torturing me,
and my distress is apparent.
My internal screams are inaudible,
but I swear I'm calling out.
These shadows in my cell shriek
to me from the darkness; I surrender.
This persecution is unlawful. I have
done nothing to deserve such agony.
Solitary confinement is leading me to madness,
but madness feels like home to me.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Confined to this cell that's
filled with everything and everyone
that I have ever known;
How did I get stuck here?
Memories play like films in
this oubliette that is my brain.
**** they're torturing me,
and my distress is apparent.
My internal screams are inaudible,
but I swear I'm calling out.
These shadows in my cell shriek
to me from the darkness; I surrender.
This persecution is unlawful. I have
done nothing to deserve such agony.
Solitary confinement is leading me to madness,
but madness feels like home to me.
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