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Prisoner Behind My Eyes
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Published 21st Jan 2025
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21st Jan 2025 00:34am
The fact that you keep the same theme of being a prisoner through is done perfectly. I am sorry you are going through this.
21st Jan 2025 00:39am
23rd Jan 2025 4:56pm
The image of being trapped behind one's own eyes is particularly striking, highlighting the sense of disconnection and isolation.
The speaker's feelings of hopelessness and despair are palpable, as they describe growing "old and cold towards life".
The speaker's feelings of hopelessness and despair are palpable, as they describe growing "old and cold towards life".
