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Solitary confinement,

banging on the walls

Back and Forth like a ping

pong ball 

Its a mental purgatory 

that's hard to escape

Sometimes it feels like rape;

tormented by the past and the future 

Confined to the head,

wishing I was dead 

A prelude to hell:

100 miles per hour of total nonstop mental anguish 

 
No rest awake

or asleep

Overdriven,

too many miles on the engine 

No rest,

no peace 

No numbing

with alcohol

(With wine)

Trying to be strong and overcome;

I pray but feel ashamed of myself 

A sinner,

I just want to be free

Of this prison 

that I have created in my mind 

 
I am not edified;

every sin is a needle

Every memory is a bane

to my existence