I feel as though my mind
Is a dark cave
Thoughts like inky black spikes
Growing longer with each day

It's as if there is a cage
Hanging by an iron wire
With me trapped inside it
I sit there
Curled up in a ball

As the cage swings steadily
Back
And fourth
Some spikes growing long enough to
Scrape the edges
And yet their blackness
Makes them impossible to anticipate