Chains

I’m trapped behind the doors of my mind, surrounded by thoughts 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 maze. My way out? I see no trace, I just circle within the same phase.

If only I could see my way clear. But my vision is clouded by 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.

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet