Trapped
I N S T U T I O N A L I Z E D=
PRISONER OF HIS OWN MIND
SUGAR COATED SPONGE RUBBER make up his brain
his fingers are cold as JUNKIE DIGITS
a STUFFED SINUS laugh chokes him
kinda PALEOLITHIC isn't it
trapped between a CATALYSMIC alter ego and his self
etched with a cross sounding tabacco voice thats scares the best of THEM
forced fed a MORPHINE breakfast to help him escape himself
he knows how to CONCEPTUALIZE interms of masking his own dreams
once a LIBERAL DOOGOODER
now considered CONSPICOUS by the staff
he's locked away forever and theres no coming back
COULD WE OF HELPED HIM
IS HE FORGOTTEN
THIS IS SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW
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Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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