Locked up

I must escape
 From the horrors
  Of my mind.
I am trapped
 In an endless torture
  Of my own imagination.
I hear things they don't.
 I see things they overlook.
  I feel things they ignore.
I run and run
 With nowhere to go
  And nowhere to hide.
I know you have the key.
 Let me out.
  Set me free.
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Lock them in Writing

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Insanity tries to conquer my brain.
Now sanity is overpowered.
My sanity plans to leave me;
So I write down mad, demented,
cuckoo things.
I jot down the lunatic things
my brain thought of trying.
I caged them in repeated sentences
As if the times of  repetition
becomes the strength of the charm.
I imprisoned them in words.
I confine them in scribbles.
I locked them in writing to keep me sane.
But sometimes, I missed some bits.
They’d tie my sanity somewhere.
They want to take over.
I’d almost fall for them.
I’d almost do what they whisper.
But with the pen and paper,
I can suppress them,
And once again, I’d recover.