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Prisoner of My Mind

Is there an end?
Or just endless circles
Day after day.

Where does misery end
And I begin.

What gives this wretchedness
Fuel to pursue its degeneration.
Is is the heat of my soul
Or the cold of the world?

Am I allowed to go outside
And be one of them again?

Release me from the prison of my mind.
Release me, I can no longer pretend.


Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

3 thoughts on “Prisoner of My Mind

  1. “Is there an end
    or just endless circles”
    of an eternal rhythm
    for the short life of cicada

    Where does its misery end,
    that of living a day.

    A short gloss of your good poem.

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