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The Prison
Sharp sounds blearing in my ears as i’m jolted wide awake
Rushing to get ready, out of fear of being late
Walking down the halls; anxiety coursing through my veins
Judgement in their cold eyes, from which I yearn to be free
Ringing of the bells, swarms of bodies, i’m surrounded in a sea
Claustrophobia; Anthropophobia; Agoraphobia
From which my nightmares are founded
But I’m stuck on this ride, to whoses seat i am bounded
Slices of cheese on wheels; with leathery umber seats
Time ticks by slowly as blurs of green are seen flying
Plastic smile on my face, while inside I am dying
Finally home and yet the peace still doesn’t set in
Dinner eaten; body washed; the clock strikes 10’ o'clock
Laying down in the darkness, but my brain still can't stop
Embraced in the soft warmth of blankets that can’t numb the pain
The hours tick by; eyes closed; still unable to get enough sleep
Sharp sounds blearing in my ears; repeat...repeat...repeat
