The Prisons

The ice cold steel bars 

are inside my own head.

The guards are not.

Oh, to be anywhere instead!

I can't make a move

I can't appear to think.

The One outside

keeps me and holds me in this clink

I don't know what's worse,

the jail that's inside,

the one in my soul,

or the prison I'm in outside.

Stuck

I am stuck on one subject
and have been for a while.
I know that's obsession
I'm not very versatile.

It is part of who I am
to become fixated
on one topic or man.
I become fascinated.

It becomes sad, however
when I cannot break loose
then I become depressed
obsession becomes abuse.

I need to find some methods
to break fixation's spell
I need to find a mission
to distract me quite as well.

That's easier said than done
but it is worth the try
to break this crush I have
'cause it only makes me cry.