The Storm

The storm of

my mind

has clouded

my eyes.

 

I cannot see

what is in front of me,

but I can feel

the pain that is no longer real.

 

I see the past

but not the future

I cannot see beauty

only unending torture.

 

When will someone

release me

from this cage

that is my mind?

 

When will someone

realize

that all I can do is

hide?

Reviews

[ajasminewallflower]

i thiught this was the perfect poem for those hiding things from the world that they should.very nice job