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I reminisce less often these days; Frequency having been replaced by intensity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