A Mangled Mind

Wow... hang in there... I understand given my Dad's turn for the worse...

Thank you. I'm sorry to hear that Lil. I hate that you have understand.

The night seized prisoners from Hamas too, as your first line reminded me. It is true where the real wealth resides. For many, it's in a good night's sleep. I like how you always re-evaluate everything that's important, as you separate the wheat from the chaff! 😊

There's a quote - the unexamined life is not worth living
I'm always examining....lol
Thx for reading

Yeah, sometimes, just expressing and communicating such things can be therapeutic in its own way.  Sorry that you have to go through such hardship.  This does have a very dark and somber feel.  Looking at it in literal context, as the reader, I can still see creative expression, especially in your choice of metaphor.  The sleeping, prison bed, cocoon, and metamorphosis parts carry direction, theme, and transition quite well in the flow of your writing.  Quite an emotional undertone of macabre.  Very ominous foreboding, given your explanation of the poem.  Like you can see death coming, and you're trying to find rest from the fear and pain, as well as wanting to see her stop suffering.  That is definitely not easy.  I like the twist you added at the end, implying there can be light to shine through.  Life is a battle.  Sometimes, such difficulty and hardship can shape who you are, in how you deal with and respond to it.  Anyway, I hope you can eventually find peace in all of your sacrifice of this burden and struggle.  Take care.

Thank u ever so much - you nailed exactly what I'm feeling, being torn. I appreciate your feedback.