Imprisoned:
As his world vanished into thin air
There he was alone by himself
Drowning in his pool of thoughts
Trying to regain his breath of sanity
He struggles to remain calm
Anxiety cripples in like a thief of the night
Stealing all the good thoughts in his life
Leaving him with only worry and frustrations
He asked a hundred more questions
Locked up in a desolate room
He tries to escape the clutches of his bewildered mind
Clasping his sweaty hands he prayed
For his soul to be forgiven and be saved
-Tyra So
Painted Canvas 