Traped away

My time in my mind could
be set as a prison for myself
victim to my own mind a motion
less airless weight pulling me down
into a dark center that i would soon
by calling home in a cage like a dog
starving from the light of reality
nothing but the thoughts that would keep me
locked up for so long like gates chained up
and a fence to high to climb a dark pathway
that seems to go on forever freedom
so far chains so tight put around my arms just
right the path way seems like a treadmill a
ever less run.