My Mind is a Trap

My mind is a trap.
My prey is myself.
My thoughts are snares,
my dreams, iron jaws.

They keep me locked away
inside my little box,
railing at the walls,
screaming at my heart,
fully knowing I am my own captor.

I plot my escape.

It never comes, but it's always out there,
taunting - dangling itself before my soul,
luring me forward one small step at a time
then shoving me back again.

My mind is a trap.
My prey is myself.

9 April 2004

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