It would rustle through my brain like a life on an autumn day

If I had been incarcerated like you have

I would tear up every bit of my brain

like the pages of a telephone directory that never ends

I would scream until my lungs hemorrhaged or burst

and pound my fists till the flesh split and bled

I would not be able to cope with losing the outside world

Never forming friendships and loving relationships

just going crazy and lapping round in circles