Prisoner of the Mind
Slipping in the abyss of the darkness, I fumble to find,
A support or a hand and try to look at what is left behind.
I find no light, no voice nor a friendly figure emerging from the fog,
For the fog is full of spiralling thoughts that cause my mind to clog.
Like invisible rope tugs and pulls me beyond,
Dragging me and making me a prisoner of my mind.
I fight, I argue, and I battle hard,
I burn and shine while my skin is charred.
The fire of my resolve burning the fog,
Daylight clearing the surrounding smog.
I find I grew my wings in isolation,
I leap to the sky and fly to my destination.
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