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 )