Insanity inside four walls.

Voices bouncing around me.

Hallucinations and colorful

vibrations. Nightmares manifest.

Pain in my chest. Insanity:

nothing more – nothing less.

Pacing back and forth.

Boxed in and shut out.

I can’t open the door

or check out. I just need

to ride it out. Is this what

self discovery is all about?

No one can help me out.

It’s okay, though. It might be

my fault I am stuck. I have

locked the door. On the other

side is a life unexplored.

I must find myself before

anyone else can. I have too

break out of my mind, then

I can leave. I believe I will

get better and beat this

cabin fever. It’s not to late

to get out of my head.

This room will not be my tomb.

3 responses

  1. Carol anne Avatar

    so relatable! I really resonate with this! ❤

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  2. @steriojoe2025 Avatar

    You’re not alone. Where’s youth and light, a mood of self plotting, in cracks of old school scribblings, Boxing ring stanzas, never by canvas lost, always a way, when nowhere to shout, a beginning relent to that final grab, grab it all until harmony becomes mandatory. @steriojoe

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    1. jmacthedream Avatar

      Beautifully stated!

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