Confined


My mind is confined to the solitud of these four walls
Black and sometimes white the colors that revolve
The ones that are in constant sight
Confined to my own mind is a dangerous hell
Who knows what things my mind might conjure
What demons may dwell
For all is foresaken in this endless well
Sometimes happiness roams
Sometimes spite
Sometimes sadness barges in with all its might
Sometimes anger
Sometimes greed
Until the moment hits when I yell
Just let me be
Prisoner of my own mind
Is what I become
I hope to just one day
Get up and run......

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