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Trapped

Their needles pierce me,
Forcing my body to obey.
Cold and stiff,
My arms begin leaving me;
Turning into nothing
But numb rubber hanging by my side.
I don’t know what they’ve injected me with,
But that’s the least of my worries.
I’m trapped.
Trapped inside myself;
My eyes the only part of me that can move.
The women in white coats leap around me,
Holding on to strange mechanisms that threaten my still body.
I’m screaming, or trying to.
I can’t hear myself, and my mouth won’t open.
I desperately try to swat their pesky hands away,
But my arms lay still,
As if sleeping.
I want to sleep or die or somehow escape from their infernal contraptions.
I am an experiment and nothing else.
My body, the one thing I thought no one could take from me,
And here it is, no longer a part of me.
It encases my mind, driving me to the point of insanity.
I’m trapped in myself.
There is no key to unlock it,
No code to undo it,
My body is the ultimate prison,
The ultimate cage.

(2014)

Clue: This poem is a metaphor.

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