She has problems
They say to one another.
.
You need help
They say to me.
.
No I dont,
I say to them.
.
Yes you do
They say to themselves
.
They locked me away,
Cut my contact with others
.
This will help you
They say to me
.
For surely it would help,
Right?
.
I do not talk,
I do not eat,
I cannot sleep,
All I do is think.
.
Thinking is a dangerous thing
I say quietly,
While they are watching me
.
They don't notice my decreasing health,
All they notice is their decreasing wealth.
.
It kills me,
Oh it does so,
To hide my emotions,
To not let them show.
.
Weeks later,
I stayed strong
And finally
They admitted they were wrong
.
We were wrong
They say to me
.
Of course you were
I say to them
.
He let me out of my prison
For a forever while
.
So I could contact others
And give them a dial
.
She is dead
They say to others
.
She thought too much
Thinking with dread.
.
My soul was freed
From this rotten earth
.
As my limp body was hanging
From the noose I thought
Of making In my room.
.
When I was Locked Away
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Clouds of Thought
PoesíaPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
