Prisoner Poem by lily rogers

I pound at the walls of my soul until my fists begin to bleed. I scream as loud as I can in hopes I'll find some kind of escape. From here the echoes pound in my head. The noise begins to fade away with no hope for love, no chance for life. I cry. I'm a prisoner within my mind. As fear begins to grip my thoughts, and chokethe life strait from my eyes. The tears that once blinded me, now force me to see the truth. The panic that grips my mind would love to see me die, but it's cruel, unjust, and painful scheme just gives some life to a broken soul. I'm a prisoner within my mind. The world will keep spinning despite the hate I feel inside, and time will just keep moving along as if to mark my sentence here in heck. I hear the ticking clock like war drums in my head, but thoughts of silence wish my end. I'm stuck in the bowels of heck, and now I'm a prisoner within my mind.