sitting
staring in the darkness
what is it that i hope to see
a reflection of you?
a reflection of me
a reflection of all the things i wish to be
but cant...
think about that for a second.
i'm sure you've heard of
prisoners staring at the outside through bars of a cage.
now imagine that cage being your mind.
that's right.
i have become a prisoner of my mind
locked away behind bars of prohibition
words of cant, wont, shouldn't, and no
just sitting there,
looking in the darkness at places i want to go
people i want to see
and things i want to do,
but cant
i wonder,
has it ever occurred to you
that being held prisoner in your mind
is worse than being held prisoner?
only i
can hear my silent cries
my unspoken pleadings
my rabid curses
only i
can see in my mind's eye
my bloodied hands scratching at the grill
my righteous rage
my madness begging for a straightjacket
only i
am sitting
staring in the darkness
trying in vain to silence that voice in my head
hoping that you'd look into my eyes
see the me locked up wrongfully
climb into my mind
reach into the darkness
and free me.
free me
from my mind