a prisoner
behind bars,
a hostage,
…in my home
there is no jailer,
there is no guard,
there is no lock
upon my door,
I am free to leave
…I am not free…
an unmoveable
feast of fear
chains my soul
to these walls,
I scream…
no one hears
I built this castle,
I dug the moat,
there is no drawbridge
no boat
the walls I live within
are
my comforting enemy
I scream
…I scream
Notes
- Grammarly’s Tone Detector rated this as sad (*****) & disapproving (***). Yes…this one is actually correct!
- A poem about withdrawing from society and the social scene, barricading oneself inside a castle with no means of escape…from the mind.
April 6th, 2020
Reading: January 2021