Wind whistles behind the window
The sun tries to break through
Cloth binds me to my tombIt's dark
But bright
I see colors I know don't exist
Footsteps echo
Words exchangedA door opens and shuts
Fingers twitch
Lips are dry
Credits are rolling
Of a movie I forgotIt's warm
But I am cold and empty
Maybe it's best I stayThe palace is echoing
Bells chime
Horses clop further awayI am in the dungeons
With the dirt and the filth
Hearing lovers say their goodbyesOrders are given
People cry
But there is no salvationI am to clean the cells
Each in their specific way
If I am to do it wrong
It is here where I shall stayThe lanterns need their oil
Sheets be changed
And mended
The hay be replaced
Guards switch their posts
And every prisoner tendedI am to shovel the stables
Of shite and older bed
To give the water
Feed the stock
And gaze upon the headThe sun goes down
Dirt that's clean
Ends up on me
And night has it arms
Wide openI wipe the grime
Mind the time
And go back
To where I layBut there is no salvation
Days repeat
I blend the feed
Milk the cows
Mind my feet
And bowA simple time
A simple life
I mind my business
Do my work
And sleep where I'm neededBut there is no salvation
These walls I see
This life I have
Are but a glimpse
Of another timeA place I'll never know
I beg for freedom
Normalcy
A place where there are
No questionsBut there is no salvation
I grieve for a mind
Worth having
Of tangible peaceA life I cannot live
The sirens sing
Tires screech
A groan of clarityMy thoughts kick in
I'm drowning again
I'm cluttered
And buzzing aliveThe fires spreads
The air is heavy
I open my eyesBlinking seems regretful
A sigh escapes my mouthI grip my blanket
Throw it away
And stand on my clean feetLife could be simple
Charming
PeacefulIf 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...