Imprisoned deep within the mind
Darkened spaces you can find
That Grip your senses to the core
Breaking spirit and much more.

Try not let that venom loose
Strangles like a hangman’s noose
Constricts the beauty that is you
All the goodness then subdue.

There are times when life takes hold
It is not weakness then to fold
Seek the help that you deserve
Step back on that upward curve.

J. Poet7 ( @wordverse.me )