Depths Of Insanity Poem by James Bagley

I sit here alone, unloved, bound and shackled. The walls around me,
built brick by brick, are covered with years of disappointment, self-doubt,
inadequacy and shame.

Wanting to shut out the world...but no...just accepting the blame.

Open eyes...mists of white, like the clouds of heaven, fill my
prison, soothing me. Cotton candy walls... enticing...draw me closer to
the promised sweetness.

Suddenly an image appears, a serpent undulating through my brain,
consuming all in it's path, reaches its' destination.

Click-clack, click-clack...The sound of a rusted timeworn key turning,
blocking out my only view of humanity, ruptures the thin veil of my dream
like state. The genius of my self deception comes into play. Battling my
inner demons, not making headway. I laugh maniacally.

The terror, the finality of my situation is clear. I sit here alone, unloved,
bound and shackled, in the padded room...the asylum...created in my mind,
a lifetime ago.