Trapped Within My Own Mind

And so we made palaces in our minds.

red were the precious stones, vibrant was the painted glass.

All that we put in, all that materialised,

we made palaces in our minds!

All that ails my mind! your cruel, ironic finger however pointed towards the dungeons.

said "Here lies your abode," locked within the very walls that were built on dreams.

Now a creatively constructed prison.

I lived another day, I loved another day, but the walls! they were still there.

Mere moments of glimpses between the bars as I pace side to side witnessing the beyond.

Dark! light! Dark! Light!

The chains! my fear, the bars! my insecurities.

The light was fickle, but my dreams just as insane.

I wrote words on the walls, and the walls wrote words back; on my soul, my mind, all that I bored.

"Smile" "Smile" "Smile"