Psychological Jail Cell

I feel as if I am being restrained
My oppressor afraid that I may live again
Trapped in a blackness familiar to me
With a pinhole of light I can just about see

Echoes of voices are drifting around
From the back of my mind where my memories abound
From a time when my feet where firmly planted on the ground
But there's a screaming on my ears, so I don't hear a sound

I have a feeling that freedom is really quite near
If only I could conquer my fear
Of my imaginary monster, my own Nemesis
To deny its existence would give me such bliss
And a feeling of warmth like a loved one's kiss
But my paranoid self is incapable of this

How I long for my freedom, an end to this tale
Of imprisonment in my psychological jail
To be freed of the chains, the ropes and the strings
To be freed of All the bonding things
That are pinning me down and keeping me stuck
And truly running my psyche amuck

Oh give me respite from the sound of the bell
Form the beckoning creation of my own private hell
Get out of my mind and leave me alone
Just give me some space to let my mind roam
The green heady woodlands that dwell in my heart
Or give me a foothold that then I may start
To pull myself up from this cespit where I dwell
So I can clamber my way from my psychic jail-cell.

S.J.Marsden
1/11/95