Confined to the Mind

Staring off into the nothingness that surrounds.
Alone in my head.
Boredom and loneliness occupy these grounds.
All socializing dead.
Restless and eager to scratch my way out.
Seclusion consumes.
Fortified and walled off from any route.
A confined existence blooms.
Connections and relations completely fade.
Everything torn.
Lost and confused I feel unmade.
Resentments are born.
Pleading and screaming for a purpose at hand.
Words unanswered.
Wondering and pondering what's in for me.
The mind tortured.