Locked in these chains,
I feel myself going insane.
Stuck with nowhere to go,
I'm forced in my own head.
Restless, they call it "bed rest,"
but I'm unable to be soothed
into sleep.
Agitated, frustrated,
my nerves are shot through.
Stay away, be afraid!
my emotions are massacred
and my tongue is sharp tonight.
Occasionally they come
to aid as I need,
but they don't give me
what I truly seek-
sweet dreams.
I find reality fading,
even as these
four walls confine me.
Fantasy is mixing with reality.
Maybe I am, somehow, escaping.
My eyes close inadvertently-
before I'm woken up again.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
