A Prison That is My Mind

He staggers out into the numbing emptiness,

The chill spring breeze cutting at every pore,

Every figment of physical and mental self

That strives to break free from the barred confines.

 

A bright white light lingers in the distance,

Ever yearning to make contact with what is real.

And yet his tangible existence turns its back,

Forever abandoning the supposed contentedness

That had been promised so long ago.

That fiery aspiration that had once burned deep

Lies as a blackened ash,

Childish dreams scattered on the hearth for all to see.

 

His already damp head makes contact with the crisp blades

As he mentally connects the shining dots

With an invisible string,

Trapped within a prism that he himself has made.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

This reads, to me, as if someone is having a very hard time dealing with the reality life has given them. I also took it as someone suffering from mental illness. Even if I'm way off, probably am, I still found this poem enjoyable for what it spoke to me. Very nicely done.

[+Naomi+]

This was amazing.
The flow and imagery were just...There! I loved it, one of the best poems ive read all day