The Prisoner

By October 30, 2018 December 17th, 2019 Mind
He sat, a solitary man,
Within walls miles high,
A prisoner of his own mind.
Innocent scratches,
The mirages of freedom,
Seeps from his body.
Sunk in pain,
It hits him like a train.
Some say he is insane,
But no one sees the hidden chains.
Within this fortress,
Lost are the keys,
Of the distant doors he sees,
Doors to lost treasures.
Bliss is just a tease,
A dance in the rain,
It’s acid rain.
The constant pain.
He sat, a solitary man,
Within walls miles high,
While all kept saying,
“It’s all just in his mind.”
Alium

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