- Glass Chains
Sitting, ensnared by thoughts unkind,
My mind a net, dragging behind.
Pins and needles, a world unfurled,
Yet the pain remains, unwhirled.
No pill too strong, no whiskey mild,
To calm the tempest, to soften wild.
My face a canvas, paranoia's kin,
In my head's grip, the screams begin.
Others writhe,
strapped to tables bare,
Why am I chained? I'm stable, aware.
Locked in solitude, the mind's cruel jest,
In silent agony, I find no rest.
Waking in a nightmare that never should have been.
Chained to this tabled, have I always been?
Lost in a maze of questions, unseen,
Trapped in a reality, A world between
We are unseen.
