Captive
It's not that dark,
mind the fluorescent light
on the ceiling.
Yet it's quiet.
In the room,
in the hall,
in your heart.
But your mind
is anything but quiet.
Waves rolling through your skull,
carrying little boats
with little men.
It's nothing but a storm,
except this storm
will never be calm.
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