Prison - Poem by Matthew Kraft
This prison of the mind is a disgrace.
They can't trap your thoughts and ideas they said,
they lied to my face.
Nothing is flowing in my dead mind.
The eloquent words I once had I cannot find.
The crossed out words, I once wrote I now hate.
Memories of a different time but the same place.
Set me free from this cage, the mind needs life to sustain.
I look out the window at what i could have. It drives me Crazy.
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