Internally Trapped

Deep within a dark foreboding tomb I lay.

Eyes wide as the stars above my head spin.

The cold icy water surrounding my skin is still.

Chilling my bones and numbing my limbs.

A vise tightens around my skull,

squeezing with every breath.

Nauseating pain increases as the room lightens.

I stand and walk to a large window.

Glancing out I can see a warm cup of coffee being raised.

It approaches the window and the light dims again.

As the coffee mug is set down the light comes back in a fluttering motion.

I am watching my life as a perspective piece.

Like reading a good book and relating to the main character.

You can relate to the character’s hardships but you are not them.

They will act and be themselves while you sit back and watch.

While I may have control of my life and my actions,

My mind makes sure I stay contained in my trap.

My condition works to be my prison sentence.

Do I wish for difference?

Well, Does an innocent man not long for freedom?

Anyone would choose a better life,

but that is not my dealt hand.

Instead I will lay in my cold, shivering pool.

My nerves tricking my mind every second.

My skin crawling and discolored.

My muscles involuntarily moving.

My breathing taking its own pace,

whether it be paused or increased.

I am Internally Trapped.

My body will be my tomb.

Degrading itself with the kiss of time.