Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Caged (poem)

It's not you

It's me.

I'm the one

with something wrong.

Heart pounding

pulse erratic

chest heaving

it's taking me over

it's crushing me

I practically hunch over.

I'm stuck with it

a slave to its whims

there's nothing you can do.

It gets better?

Then why do I

have to hide now?

It's in the

corner of my gaze

seeks out every

sight greedily

calling for more.

Why can't I control it?

Suppressing

berating

punishing

screaming

giving it something to worry about

nothing works.

It makes a monster of me.

I sicken myself.

Everything is a

fight for control.

I wish it would

stop.

It's hurting me inside.

It will hurt me if

I let it loose.

And it makes the

thought of future

all the more painful.

You can see how

it's torturing me.

I'm tortured inside.

I'm caged.

It's so final.

There is no key

in my hand

someone from the outside

must free me.

But I might even

never leave

not even at the sight

of the cage door

open wide for me.

Fear.

Fear what ills we know not of,

thus conscience makes cowards of us all.