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Creative Commuity

Trapped in my own prison cell
With no physical chains
my own personal hell
No one can understand these pains

Darkness is all I find
No help to be found
The poison in my mind
Bad thoughts swirl around

The agony of being alone
Convinced the end is soon
No more to feel the love of home
Goodbye bright , mocking moon

The terror subsides
The panic gone
Thawing frozen insides
But not for long.

What agony is this?
To be thinking like that hour after hour
Oh that I had one wish
Oh that I had that power

They say confront the truth
We’re worried for your health
Be carefree like in your youth
Im worried about myself

Am i the same
Now that im mad?
If im not sane
Does that make me bad?

Its an illness im told
Your thoughts aren’t real
That statement cant be sold
To me when im sure what I feel

Now it has a name
That makes me feel better
Theres no need for shame
About three lousy letters

Yet I can never be free
It’s always there
But now I can be happy
If im always aware

I can see the end in sight
The future bathed in light
Compared to where I was before
Locked in my own civil war.

Pd91, December 28, 2011

nepnek says:

February 9, 2012 at 6:52 pm

Nice poem totally know what you mean
slowcoach says:

February 24, 2012 at 11:38 am

I think ‘Locked in my own civil war’ is such a good way of expressing how it can feel. Just like a country where the people are bombing each other and there are loads of explosions and conflict.