Society
Held prisoner within my mind with haunting yet exhilarating thoughts of you My brain a jumbled mess of yours and my own I've never held on this tightly, though letting go has never been my strong suit I reminisce less often these days; Frequency having been replaced by intensity I know I am only breaking down a wall that has been beaten endlessly, covered in abrasions I am frantically searching for words to make sense of my recently disguised despair It's not a lack of happiness, no It's an excess of spiritual need with no promise of relief Leading a life by the demands of those with the illusion of authority Filing into a long line and awaiting my external captivation