Locked away,
sightless and afraid,
the walls watch with hungry eyes.
Here I'm forgotten
and here I stay,
trapped in towers high.
The waves that crash
and against rocks, thrash,
below my barren keep,
seem to beckon
as they lash
and dare me take a leap.
My highs and lows,
like the tides in tow,
beg me swift to flee.
So I'll take these feathers
and wings I'll sew
to fly beyond the sea.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
