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Poetry & Art

Mentally Incarcerated

It’s so hard to make this prison break.
These walls are too enclosed.
These vessels in my brain have created their own cages.
Making it even harder to escape it.

I’m mentally incarcerated.

Actions judged by my own reactions.
Bearing false witness to my mentality.
There are too many inmates in here.
It’s getting crowded.

Too much interactions with the bad ones- if these walls could talk I’d receive increase sentencing.
I’ve killed a few of them in search of a peace of mind.

I just want to be free.
I’m worse in here than I am elsewhere.
This mind is too strong for me.
Fighting me on any chance for a better reality.

I’ve meditated,
Hoping it would bring me the key.
I’ve medicated,
Hoping at lights out it would be permanent for me.
I’ve been mentally incarcerated way too long to ever be free.

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by Crystal Grant

A married, mother of a baby boy. Love writing poetry and drawing. I hope to excel in both areas.


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