Poems

Devil's Prison

I am locked in a room with the devil himself.

Trying to make me disown myself

Till I drown in the sight of my own misery & failure.

It suffocates me so bad I feel like I need an inhaler.

Someone help set me free.

So I can find the closure I need.

My mind and heart are fighting its own battles.

It hurts so much it makes my emotions frazzled.

And my anxiety rattled to the point of no return.

Being here feels like a disciplinary segregation.

Only thing I have left is my imagination.

Where I feel degraded as a human being.

To the point where I find no meaning.

To life.

I am stuck in the devil's prison.

Where evil is risen.

And people try to make thirty second decisions.

Of whether to fight or stay hidden.

Even with speaking your mind every hour.

Your words & actions turn sour.

Till your brain is turned to nothing but flour.

Because you've become the puppet.

They feed off your sadness.

And relish your brink madness.

Because you're locked in the devils prison.

And he is waiting for you.