Trapped

Trapped by my own admission

Dark hallways,

Abandoned,

Empty classrooms,

Chairs strewn about at random.

Monsters lurk where I can’t see,

Figments of my mind,

I want to flee,

But I’m held by what I left behind.

Mental powers,

I could destroy whatever I wished,

They came to take me away,

But I ran and was not missed.

I fled as far as I could,

To the only place that felt familiar,

To this old abandoned school,

To live the half-life of a killer.

I killed him,

The one who came that day,

He was dead with the click of a trigger,

He came to take me away.

So I must stay here,

In this old abandoned prison,

Thinking about the normal life I left behind,

Trapped in this school by my own admission.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of the confessions of a schizophrenic killer. Of course, if he truly is schizophrenic, all of the poem could be taking place in his mind.