Emotional Purgatory
Maybe if I could do what I wanted
Go wherever I wanted…
I’m detained
My emotions
My thoughts
My opinions
My wants
Are non-existant
Im passive
I submit
I’m not
I am not
Everything is okay
Nothing matters
I won’t be anything here but submissive/insignificant/nobody
My Self has fled
Im DOC# 454056
Imma get by
Imma get out
I hope my Self won’t remain dormant in submission
I hope my Self will recover from numbness and incorporate some of the qualities
Of DOC# 454056
This is not depression
This is emotional purgatory
I don’t know anything –
I knew something
I knew opposition
Opposition was on fire
Now frozen over by passivity
Copyright © Justcallme Britt | Year Posted 2013
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