My mind held me hostage
bonded my hands and feet.
Told me I can't get out
until the ransoms complete.
My mind gave me a choice,
told me to choose,
life or death?
Life with the blues.
I can't escape.
We are one of the same.
Acting as if my mind
never ever complained.
It told me I could survive
but with a price.
I could also let him take me
to a peaceful place
where I once
enjoyed
to be
alive.
©beesly
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