The feeling of being locked up.

I see a light positioned off in the distance or is it my eyes playing tricks on my mind.
No matter how hard i struggle, try as i might i never seem to make it in time.
Fighting through the currents of life against every wave of rage thrown toward me from day to day.
Working hard to maintain my sanity surrounded by a sea of blue and gray, imprisoned by a forest of green.
I’m stuck in a never ending story with only one scene,entombed in a 5 by 8 coffin with off white steel walls,that stalk me drawing closer with each passing hour as i cower within my soul the only free place i have left to go.
Truth be told at this rate who knows how long that will last so until that i just hide and wait.

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