The prison of my mind

A Poem by bianca

Just read it...

It's like an antique clock,
And in every second
I'm sinking in the Atlantic,
Whose cold waters
Out me of breath.

The drop of life left in me
Drips like a river,
Towards the end of another world,
Far away waiting for me
Like the sun's rays
Contoured with gold.

My hands float through the air bubbles,
And my chestnut-colored hair
Envelops me
In a protective aura.
My body is left alone,
In the ocean.

Nobody hears me
When I try to make myself heard.
Because I'm here
In a prison of my mind
Where can't I get rid of,
Where I want to forget everything.

My lungs run out of oxygen,
And breathing is a precious treasure.
I don't look back
When everything turns black,
And I get lost in the abyss.