Indian Summer

Dreams into Nightmares

When we lose our thoughts,
   our dreams turn into nightmares.
We start to look deeply inward
   and feel out of place in society -
   an outcast.
Exile is lonely, caged in like
   an exotic bird, wanting to roam.
We need to make an effort to get out,
   otherwise the consequences may
   be devastating...

The prison

It's bars, overwhelming.
The door, locked.
The key, held by someone we have
   not quite yet met.
It's like solitary confinement,
   but there are people who visit.
It's no national monument,
   it's not a historical site.
It's just a prison which holds me in.
C'mon girl and set me free!!

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