And I am locked up in a place
where no one else has the right
to be. I’ve written so much,
my walls are empty. I dreamt of dreams
where nightmares are insect bites.
I’ve done things to get other things
off my mind. I have escaped
from the reality I once thronged.
And I’ve seen people virtually invisible
as I am. But we are locked up in our own cells
away from each of our identity.
Although we all share one thought…
adding another helpless malaise soul
in this world.
Velvet Astraea Dido
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-4/
