Trapped, my heart beats anxiously, my mind races through a million thoughts in the blink of an eye.
I am held prisoner by my own emotions, exaggerations of reality but I cannot break free.
The chains are strong and bind me so tightly that I struggle to breathe.
The rational mind is paralyzed, I become angry, I hate the world.
I know that it will pass but at present I'm consumed by my own hell.
Why can't I let go, I need to let go. I desperately need to break the restraints that trap the pain in my mind.
I long for the small things, it's only the small things that matter.
Only death, mass destruction and war happen on a grand scale; have you noticed that the beauty of life lies only in the small things?
A special meal cooked by a loved one
A pretty flower
A post it note saying I love you in your lunch box
An almost inaudible whisper saying I love you
These small things forge the binding links of the chains that tie me to my hell.
I resist the struggle; I know that I need to let the demons sleep, in their slumber I'm sure to slip free.
Free for while, free for now, the demons lurk in the darkness of my mind never far away.
Unknown "Smokey" Carefree
- 16 years, 3 months, 29 days ago