Missing Wishing Well

I am held captive,

Captive by my own brain

Jealousy wraps my wrists and ankles with razor sharp barb wire while insecurities pound me into the floor

On days when I can take it no longer,

I blast my music so the beat passes through every pore

There is a light through every tunnel they say,

But I think I have gone blind

Oh how I wish I could find a way to erase all the hurt compiled from memories out of my mind

Romance movies are a weakness of mine,

A downfall though, a reminder of things I will never have

For example, a valentine

I will never escape this hell

A penny and a wish I possess, but where is that wishing well?                                        

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