The Cliffs of My Prison

Clouds speeding swiftly
Like thoughts through my mind;
I wish I were anywhere but here
Confined as I am
By society’s thick bonds,
Prisoner to the millions who fear
That reaching too far
Brings nothing but pain,
Though on that mark they aren’t very clear;
I long for the skies,
The freedom of clouds,
Yet the cliffs of my prison are sheer.

Dying in the Open

When does joy turn to unbearable pain,
And the pleasant light become blinding?
When does seeking the blessed darkness
Become a more logical choice
Than suffering in the open?

When you notice the blood that first time,
Your clothes wet, a red trail behind you,
Stretching back farther than you can see
With no sign of a physical cause,
Only the ache of memory.

Was it worth fitting into the mold,
Worth reshaping yourself for them,
Worth slicing off tiny bits of self,
Dying slowly, small piece by piece,
To fit the world you were born to?

Sorry it’s been a while since I was here. My life has been very hectic lately.

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And here is a poem for your enjoyment.

Mind Trap

Lightless place of pain and sorrow;

No hope for any better tomorrow.

Trapped within, enclosed and alone,

My empty screams the only tone.

Cause you hate me;

The whole world hates me.

**

Heavy air empty, smells of dust

And bitter-bloody as the smells of dust,

Not cut now though I once was torn,

Battered, and humanity shorn.

Cause you can’t see;

The world can’t see me.

**

What these claws, ragged flesh hanging,

Once my hands, ruined with all my straining,

Clutching, clawing, reaching alone

Within my inward walls of stone.

Cause you’ve trapped me;

The whole world’s trapped me.