Baskadia

My thoughts don’t let me think,

The voices in my head although unheard leaves me scared and red.

They seem to scream what it is I don’t get.

Not for the promises of a lover unmet,

Nor for the change of fake friends whose line never seems to come to an end.

But for what is what I try to get,

The strange words unspelt,

I remain a free captive

Captivated by my own initiative.

I try to run but it’s all in vain

Because you can’t run from your own brain.

I think I’m free but then my thoughts come again; “You are my captive unbailed, so don’t try to run from me for we are destined to be.”

I wonder how come we can’t be put asunder,

A captive here and yonder.

Why am I a free captive where my thoughts are the jailers?

I don’t try anymore to set us apart,

Because I have realized they come from my heart

And to separate us is not my part,

So I remain a Free Captive of my heart.