Locked up-Hour 6

Locked out

of where I should be

This coffin where I have placed myself

Stifles me

I need to break free

Push my limits

Breathe fully and deeply

Instead I cough

On stale air

The walls push against me

And I am getting smaller

Smaller and still smaller

I know I made this place

This haven of darkness

This Hell of despair

The locks are an illusion

But the imprisonment is real

Shackled by fear

Beaten by disappointment

The sentence is long

And here is no parole

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