My mind is imprisoned.
Time has a stranglehold over my existence,
a psychological headlock,
limiting my thoughts, actions and development.
That unfathomable concept of forever,
haunts me never-ending.
Mimicking the voice of a loved one,
who has faded into the background as the years progress.
I am finding the repetition of time,
as a reoccurring failure of the present.
An ubiquitous cloud of contempt,
without a breath of fresh air.
Is there an escape from such an orchestrated fit-up?
Is the acceptance of transcendence,
a freedom from this imprisonment?
Or is the thought of...I am but one of many,
until the moment of conclusion, light relief?
My mind is imprisoned...and acceptance is paramount.