Echos Poem by Chase Keller

Our minds are one of a kind.
'And our thoughts enter our mind.
As we cant understand where we are or why.
And we wait and bide the time.
As there are no friends near by.
And our minds being to fry.
As the medicine helps and stables my mind.
And I scream and kick, and they restrain me by putting my arms to my side.
As they grab my legs, and let this rant subside.
And they put me in seclusion for what I have done.
As I let my insanity in me overcome.
And I laugh at what I have done.
As I sit in this cage waiting for my sanity to come.
And now I know it will never come.