I write for my mind
For I can not deny
For death is all I been told
These wicked cold walls up so high
Holding my heart with all its denies
No help can save it know, ”nothing”
Nothing, comes a log for I lost the feeling for myself
In my own hands I had my own ways
But look at it now
There is no way
There isn’t a way
For these wicked cold walls
Hold me in place
With broken dreams
I write for my mind
For that I am trapped inside

nic Leisure

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-94/