Locked inside that puzzled brain

Feeling on the verge – insane

Fearful of the world outside

Confusion reigns nowhere to hide.

Imagination locked in cycles

Swirling – ever decreasing circles

Walls cave in begin to crush

Reaching out no hand to touch.

Creaking, on the verge of tears

Surrounded by those inner fears

There is no future in the night

Just one step a glimpse of light.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )