Prisoner

I am lost.

I am prisoner,

of my own thoughts.

They swirl around me,

creating a thick mist.

Enveloping me.

Disorienting me.

I can't see no more.

My thoughts confuse me,

make me change direction,

make me say words,

that I don't even mean.

They make me think,

they make me cry.

They make me mad.

They imprison me.

They surround me.

They are all I can see.

My happy thoughts...

pushed away,

unable to reach me.

I am lost.

I am confused.

I sit here,

alone,

in the dark mist,

waiting for it to clear.

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