July 13, 2010
My mind keeps me prisoner
I can't stop thinking about
the world
the bad
the good
my body is my jail-keeper
I cant move
how id like
my back one bony post
my knees like
creaking hinges
my wrists a dull pain
my feet
as flat as the floor
I am the prisoner
my mind is the cell
and my body
my jail-keeper
the doctor is the judge
rules as shackles
I'm a hostage in my own body

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