Confinement

This tiny straight jacket

Is bursting at the seams

I swear I'm gonna break free

This is nothing but a dream

A dream of confinement

No different than the real life

Kept hidden from the world

Kept hidden from the real life

I need some air

My lungs crumble inside me

I think I'm choking

So alone with no one beside me

I'm not insane!

I swear that I'm not crazy

My brain just needs some training

My mind is just being lazy

What can I do?

No one believes my story

I rock myself to sleep

The world of dreams employs me

Eternal work

There are no fruits for my labor

But I stay occupied

Wiping out traces of my failure

My story lives on

Written upon my body

I bear the burden

Exiled by my family

Author's Note

comments appreciated

Reviews

[Wendy in Realityland]

Very realistic. It's very true to anyone in an asylum or anywhere confined. Just today over lunch my friend Sherry asked me if I thought that people who were insane could just put everything aside and be in there own parallel universe. I said yes and asked "Hasn't that ever happened to you?" She just gave me a confused look and told me no.. so just to pull these strings together of my useless rant, sanity is just the ability to be civilized in society without the threat to inflict too much hurt on others or yourself. If sanity and insanity are so close, then why do we even have confinement?

[robin]

" But I stay occupied" is a little weak I think. Yes it's the weakest link, nothing clever comes to me yet though. How about "but death in life" and "eternal work my keep". You have a better sense of the despair, c'mon whatta ya really gettin at?

[melancholia skies]

Definitly something different from you, good job. :)