It’s day 25 of lockdown. As far as I know The Bean and The Toppie are fine (from COVID-19, that is), my friends haven’t murdered their spouses nor eaten their young, and my lettuce experiment appears to be successful.
Day 25: Entertaining Angels
freedom
Solitary Confinement
(Image from: indybay.org)
Alone with my Thoughts
I’m not my worst enemy
I’m a prisoner, an unwilling hostage
Confined by thoughts of despair and solitude
Incarcerated in the darkness of my regressive mind
Images cloud my tired mind
Some strikingly clear, others somewhat hazy
Slivered light – Dawn signals a new day
Not enough to fend off my mind’s tricks
The mildew of indescribable sadness
Fills my nostrils, making me gag
My heart aches, but no tears fall
No-one hears the silent screams of my misery
Dampness clings to my cheeks
Tears have escaped, during my sleep
I’m alone. No Love to cover me
My vivid imagination my only hope of freedom
Seated on the slimy mattress
I contemplate jumping into the chasm
At least there I will be free
Thoughts…they won’t be able to harm me
There is no prison warden
With an evil grin, nor the keys
Only I have the means to leave
I need strength to fight the loneliness
Reflections of a Misfit 