Here I am, solidarity confinement within a mental prison. Accepted morbid blissful cell, something's wrong, give me a pill, or a line, or a glass full of never mind, make me forget this.
A gossiping world of lost souls trying to point the right path to others they never found.
A mouthful of junk food is nourishment for the hungry ear, and I want to fast forever.
Here I am, solidarity confinement within a mental prison. I must find a way…
Release me from this hell.
By Kristin Smith
©2023 Kristin Smith
