The Prison of Our Minds

My neighbor is screaming again,

a disturbed soul caught in the mind’s cage.

While the birds sing and light glistens on the leaves,

all around souls move to the rhythms of the day.

Yet the ambulance screams sending out help.

Is it too late?

The silent screams of our souls are locked deep inside.

My neighbor, seemingly deranged,

is perhaps more sane than the rest of us.

Why can’t we rage against this world?

Divine beauty in such stark contrast

to the wars inside our human minds.

Yet light penetrates through the prison bars.

No, it’s not to late.

Let rage break open the dark padded cell.

We need to let the light inside.

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