Imprisoned in her mind

 

Crouched into a ball

Both hands covering her head
Rocking back
Rocking forward
Rocking back
Can’t seem to make it stop
Trying to escape
What seems to be
her own self destruction
All around sounds of laughter
Sometimes crazy banters
Screaming,
The yelling
White coats
Always in a hurry
with nowhere to go
Dated white cups
filled with sweet control
Bright lights

Tight straps

Screaming …

Please make them stop

All that yelling

& no one seem to mind

Writing on the wall

Mumbling to herself

You can’t hurt me

I’m already dead

You can’t break me

If I’m already shattered

Re-living the torment in my head

Wiping her eyes

Still writing on the wall

Silently she prayed

Please make it all fade away

 

 © Lisa Goycochea