Sheer Madness Of The Young Phenomenon 2 Poem by Compton Wright

The world start to isolated me in this asylum to let me lay here
While they keep feeding these prescriptions to relax my nerves
But how can I? When I see the walls crumbling and the roof
Start to caved over my head as I holding my room intact while
My spine is shattered in pieces as I suffered to survive here as
I scream for help but they see me as an another subject number
I have no name but known as test subject 17 who needs studying
Upon more understanding or a bit of comprehension for the world
So I make different journal entries about what I see about the visuals
The dreams that haunts the past, the illusions I see in the present lately
And the visions of the future of myself being freed here from this holding
Cell for me to entertain these scientists and researchers who write down
All of my actions, writings, and emotions I shown inside my thoughts
Many called me crazy; some called me as a lost soul or an outcast but
Few called me a new phenomenon to let his thoughts explore and roam
So I have made my identity called the young phenomenon as I’m only 18
Life sits still while time unravels itself to let my writings unleash these
Chains of disbelief, hopelessness or even countless poured tears of sadness
So when will I be released, when will my presence will be erupted into poetry
I’ll always lay my heart towards a higher being who is the life giver and the
Executioner as I still see the angel of death in front of me at the darkest nights
Whispering me different dates and times….I guess the due dates of others or mines
But like I said it maybe my madness talking this nonsense as my thoughts roam
Through the coldest winters, the darkest nights and the hazardous zones…strange