Prisoner of my Mind

The frustration of spending too much time inside your head, over analysing and other thinking

I beg every day to just rewind, please be kind.

For I am a prisoner of my own f*****g mind.

I replay events over and over till the footage starts to blur.

But the past can never be altered. Believe me, I've tried.

And now I'm just tired, of making wishes that can never be granted.

It's frustrating when you have all the answers but don't know how to put them into practice. 

When all you want to do is cry, but not one solitary tear comes out.

There's no bigger problem than the one that's affecting you.

And there's nothing worse than someone suffering in silence and isolation.

Being condemned to damnation, trying desperately to scream but no sound comes out.

Living inside your own head may save money on rent, but you won't get reimbursed for time wasted once it's spent.

And as I lay in bed surrounded by a shroud of delusion, I come to the realisation that pain is an illusion.

And you cannot live a life devoid of logic and reason, for the price of a life of ignorance is spiritual high treason.

These wrought iron bars feel cold against my palms, but no matter how hard I try I am unable to break free.

 The length of my sentence still remains unknown to me.

So I sit here in my cell carving these riddles on the wall, hoping that if I carve enough one day they will crumble and fall.

No longer will I be a prisoner chained up in Plato's cave.

Finally my eyes will be opened to the true form of beauty and good.

Reviews

[patricia]

This is excellent. I could relate to it a lot. I keep a saying on my wall. 'Look back but don't stare' Loved it when you said...pain is an illusion...true but feels real enough when your in it. I know what you mean though. I like to think that though the past can't be altered it serves us as a lesson to do something different next time. Anyway what do I know, except this was a good write. Thanks.

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ooooooooooooooh! the message in my cheerios and the expression on my face if i ever try to enter the past i remember things that never even happened. weird i know.