Wind whistles behind the window
The sun tries to break through
Cloth binds me to my tomb
It's dark
But bright
I see colors I know don't exist
Footsteps echo
Words exchanged
A door opens and shuts
Fingers twitch
Lips are dry
Credits are rolling
Of a movie I forgot
It's warm
But I am cold and empty
Maybe it's best I stay
The palace is echoing
Bells chime
Horses clop further away
I am in the dungeons
With the dirt and the filth
Hearing lovers say their goodbyes
Orders are given
People cry
But there is no salvation
I am to clean the cells
Each in their specific way
If I am to do it wrong
It is here where I shall stay
The lanterns need their oil
Sheets be changed
And mended
The hay be replaced
Guards switch their posts
And every prisoner tended
I am to shovel the stables
Of shite and older bed
To give the water
Feed the stock
And gaze upon the head
The sun goes down
Dirt that's clean
Ends up on me
And night has it arms
Wide open
I wipe the grime
Mind the time
And go back
To where I lay
But there is no salvation
Days repeat
I blend the feed
Milk the cows
Mind my feet
And bow
A simple time
A simple life
I mind my business
Do my work
And sleep where I'm needed
But there is no salvation
These walls I see
This life I have
Are but a glimpse
Of another time
A place I'll never know
I beg for freedom
Normalcy
A place where there are
No questions
But there is no salvation
I grieve for a mind
Worth having
Of tangible peace
A life I cannot live
The sirens sing
Tires screech
A groan of clarity
My thoughts kick in
I'm drowning again
I'm cluttered
And buzzing alive
The fires spreads
The air is heavy
I open my eyes
Blinking seems regretful
A sigh escapes my mouth
I grip my blanket
Throw it away
And stand on my clean feet
Life could be simple
Charming
Peaceful
If only my brain would stop
Being such a dick.
-L
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PuisiThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
