Will There Be A Great Escape?

Trapped in my mind, and all hope there is is to hope in myself that I can lead me out of the dark

And to the depths of my thoughts, I have been subjected 

They scream in my ear, various volumes, more or less inflected 

I wonder when I'll have the chance to escape this mind infected 

Infected with a depressed state, my wires still so disconnected 

Tangled, shook, afraid, wondering and wandering, neglected 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Angel of the devil]

tis very interesting and powerful poem.