Prisoner of the Mind

Paranoia has kicked in,

And I try to separate what is real from what is not.

My grip on reality is slipping away

As I drink shot after shot of coffee

That is meant to keep me awake.

In my sleep I am haunted

By faces I have never seen before.

And as I wake, I see them again-

Imprinted in the white walls of the room

That has been my prison.

I cower at the sound of the bird's call,

Signaling the song of the morning,

That could only mean my death. 

My mind is a clockwork,

Ticking away by the hour

As I wait for the final blow.

Could it be that the man by the window,

Is an angel or-

The devil himself in disguise?

But if death is watching,

He is surely enjoying my pain.

For while he patiently waits for me

To arrive at his doorstep,

I am paralyzed and trapped,

Bound and shackled,

As a prisoner of my own mind.

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

Aren't we all prisoners of our own minds...thoughts, expectations, memories....?

Not sure death is the release though, not even a weekend release program. I say go for the full pardon.

Enjoyed ( : O )

[Carissa Marie]

Oh, Hi. Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed. :)