I'm trapped behind the doors
of my mind, surrounded by th-
oughts which have left me
confined. Time is passing
rapidly without escape. I'm
locked in chains like I'm an
enemy of the state.
At first, I thought this was
just a stage - then all of
a sudden, i was lost in the
no trace, I just circle within
the same phase.
If only I could see my way
clear. But, my vision is
clouded by the fear, causing
me to spiral deeper into the
abyss. I'm hoping this tale
has a twist.
I wish this season would
expire. The tyres of my soul
are on fire. I can no longer
move - I'm choking on the
fumes of despair, waiting
for an answered prayer.
Verse of the poem:
2 Timothy 1
7: For God has not given
us a spirit of fear, but of
power and of love and of
a sound mind.