October 25, 2017
By Anonymous

My mind is a cage,
And I have lost the key.
Restless notions
Pound against the barrier of my skull;
My consciousness grows heavy
With the weight of them.
I wish, above all else,
For emancipation:
To expel my inner turmoil as
A symphony’s phrase
A brush stroke on canvas
A simple sentence.
The words cling to the tip of my tongue.
Some escape to my hands
And pause, trembling in my delicate fingertips.
My occupied mind, seemingly vacant,
is simply a cage:
And I have lost the key.

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