Free Verse from an Imprisoned Mind
Insanity tears at me from the inside out, clawing at the walls of my soul like a cornered puma. I close my eyes to escape. The key to my freedom is hanging by a thread just barely out of reach. A wither helpless and alone in my imprisoned mind. Knowing that my next glimpse of emancipation is hours away, it will come to me in a small red capsule filled with a powder that brings a brief respite from the prison that is myself. The padded walls lose their softness