let me try to explain
how I feel

I’m in a cell
a prison inside
to my right
a comfy bed

satan sheets
a pillow of depression
a blanket of isolation

it looks so comfy

to my left
a gated door
shut but unlocked
waiting for me to walk thru

yet I stand there

the only way
through the door
is to step
the only way to step
is to speak

yet my voice feels lost

every once in awhile
I glance at the bed

[written 6/4/16]