my mind

caged
but free to go
locked up
in my own self doubt
self loathing
a fine dose
of retribution

finding myself left for dead
and lost in time
as it passes by
but stops for a moment
sways a little
extends a hand

but i don't take it.

bound
to the idea that all i do is wrong
all i feel is to be mistrusted
choking on the truth
when the truth, surfaces
so rarely

but always.
it is always rejected.

some have faith.
i have doubt
i have judgement
prejudice in fact.
blame
shame
fire
aching pains inside me
and than a cold chill
that within me grows stronger still.

i'm hot and i'm cold.
yes
but really always no
cloudy gaze
murky waters in my soul
my mind so still, so tranquil
but haunted daily
tormented
caged
in this gutter i call my mind.

now let us do the time warp, again.