tonight is one of those awful nights
the chill-ridden nights that occur
near summer with  almost half
a year stretched behind me
and little enough ahead
that i am torn by the idea
of wasting yet more days
and the screaming starts from
somewhere inside and then
echoes from every wall that
encloses me in a cell
i built it myself and i'll
probably never be free but they
they cry freedom with their call
to step over the line once more
and before i know it i am
huddled on my bed crying
taking pills for the ache which
has nothing to do with my head
and everything to do with
my warped mind and
ever more warped life

*© Tara India.