i am bound

my brain is getting the best of me
the processor is working overtime
and i am spiraling

i am never an angry person
i don’t want to be angry
but i feel its grip on me

darkness and rancor surround me
they make themselves at home in my dungeon
sour wetness trickles down cold stone walls
i am bound

i test my limited reach
i hear the chains rattle in the darkness
pain at my wrists and ankles
cold rusted iron shackles
rub skin from bone
i am bound

my heart wrapped in barbed wire
unwilling to beat for the pain
lungs inhale the black of night
exhale, nothingness

no window, no light
i am uncertain if i am alone
though i suspect so

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