Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Trapped

Tides shifted and tears dried
While I sat picking up the pieces.
This is so dangerous.
I just want to understand something that's intelligible.
Now I'm forced to re-evaluate my own sanity.
These walls are unfamiliar and cruel.
It stinks in here...
So played out.
The contrast between what was and what actually is has taken my mind for a joyride.
It hasn't returned... I declared my mind lost a long time ago.
It's getting so tight
I can smell the person right outside...
Taunting me.
This box is cold and dry with not an ounce of mercy.

2 comments:

Muze said...

deep.

*hugs*

thanks for sharing your soul, takes courage.

Green said...

Its hard sometimes, but I gotta get it out!!!
Thanks for the love!