Former illness

Thu, 01/12/2017 - 00:09 -- mzetino

It seems as though the world is different,

It seems as though its not the same.

The life I know is gone and passed,

and now there is only pain.

 

The trees which used to bloom are leaf-less,

The sky is dark and gray.

...And a mind is bound in chains

 

A prisoner to the endless winter inside my mind.

Which haunts me as I walk, as I sleep, as I talk.

 

A prisoner waiting for a release date.

A winter waiting for spring.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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