Locked up behind

a door I cant find

a prisoner of the mind

confined in a world so unkind

These walls, a cage, a cell

the space I dwell

a window through which no light enters

just me here in this world, wonder if anyone remembers?

To leave, escape free, break out from the cold

why? what wonders does the outside hold?

So I sit, accept this, let it get deep

let it take control, a life lived asleep

Four walls through which I hear screams

or are they from within? tears start to stream

sense hate in every sound I hear

yet its just me here

solitude, alone, so quiet except the voices that confront you

the doubts that creep through

the shadows flicker past

this room needs to be escaped at last

these walls, once loomed so large, now feel two feet tall

thin as paper, no way to hold me at all

the window was never blocked out, just dirt and grime

so take a walk out into the world, one step at a time

the voices quiet in time, they become prisoners of the mind

locked away, behind thoughts new fresh clean and true

the doubts creep away, no longer getting their say

as you take anther step every single day

Thanks for reading.

Kyle.