High hopes
Electrify the mind.
Soon you’re torn down
Wondering where it went wrong.
How did I get here
In this shattered place?
Is there any way
To escape from yourself?
It feels as though
The answer is no.
Can I break away
From this lifelong torment?
Get me out
I can’t breathe.
I can’t quiet my thoughts.
The mind is a cage
To which there is no key.
Pretty canary
So I sing
Appeasing peering eyes.
I’ll be your canary
And I’ll put on a show.
Just for you
I’ll be the entertainment.
Because no matter what
I’ll never escape.
Journalistic Writing
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A prison without shape, smell, taste, or touch. A dimension all its own where things are simultaneously possible and impossible.