I'm not starving,

Like the kids in Africa,

Am not surviving,

In some worn torn country.

 

My sentence is like being stuck in a cell,

With an externally locked door,

At times it feels like hell,

Yet I am open to explore. 

 

This prison is inside my mind,

A straight jacket you can not see,

Am free to roam,

Yet it is forbidden from me.

 

I talk and talk,

To be granted an early release for good behaviour,

Only to find,

I'm talking to the wrong governor. 

 

At times I wish,

I was that Cat A prisoner,

I could then understand,

My mental behaviour.

 

Despite the years,

Of unrelenting tears,

It don't set me free,

Only makes me angry.

 

I have liberty like you,

Yet grief traps me,

Through and,

Through,

 

I do not know,

When this shall end,

Searching for an answer,

Begging for an end. 

 

I wish and wish,

To be set free,

Years of tormented prison,

Deadened me. 

 

I prey to thy maker,

On my knees,

Only to find,

I'm talking to me.