Invisible Chains

CATEGORY

just different

This place is so small.. and though I birth words, I can’t create the right ones to mend a sentence together to explain my depths of loneliness..  I can barley walk in a circle in here and my thoughts are constantly in track mode.. twirling around and around unable to free themselves from these four walls.. in-prisoned mentally and physically, I need to escape this cell. Funny how the same place we call Home can be our own dungeon.. Though the door closes and locks I’m not trapped. It’s more of a feeling of un-satisfaction and emptiness that leads to these feelings.. To sleep, bath and attempt to relax here; all within 10 steps of one another makes me feel like the walls are closing in.. My phone rings and most times it’s answered on the first ring, accepting the call in hope that some sort of excitement is waiting on the other end.. Usually it’s work, making me fall deeper into the zone of despair and anguish.. Desperately waiting on something to free me from these non-existent chains and breathe life back into my life.. A displaced soul..