Prison of My Mind

My mind a prison,
The long wait.
My cell, existence.
The long wait.
Trying to no avail

Being a mere state of just that,
In place,
Thinking, thinking, and overthinking.
Wrapped around, straitjacketed within my mind.

In the moment,
Paralysed,
Except within my mind,
Trapped.
Thinking,
And waiting the time out.
Trying to leave to unconsciousness,
To wait it out,
This pain.
My sentence.

Self-imposed, as it has been upon me.
My trial,
One time.
Broken from the smallest interval.

Perpetuated from within.

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