The mind is a prison,

And it’s always the same.

Nowhere to go to,

And an air of shame,

Floats right on through;

While the doors remain locked,

And darkness protrudes,

‘Til life only exists,

In despondent attitudes,…

And the outside exits.

No one will save us.

This is a life sentence,

Where no matter how you try,

You won’t receive penance,

At least not ’til you die.

A prisoner to the end,

There is no refuge in or out.

It’s either solitude and darkness,

Or the freedom of chaos and self-doubt;

For a day,..an hour,…maybe less.

The mind is a prison,

And it’s always been this way,

And the outside world, the only place to get away.

……………..*Running a prisoner trace*……………..

1. She’s locked away…
2. She’s locked away…
3. She’s locked away…
4. She’s locked away…
5. She’s out today…
6. She’s locked away…
7. She’s locked away…
8. She’s locked away…
9. She’s out today…
10. She’s locked away…
11. She’s locked away…
12. She’s locked away…
13. She’s locked away…
14. She’s lost her way…
15. She’s locked away…
16. She’s locked away…
17. She’s locked away……………..

K. Aldaya, 1/31/21

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