Trapped

it’s wrong!
the mirror lies!
it’s image wrong!
thats not the body of my soul.
a prisoner,
body, the cell, barred.
struggling to find a way out,
locked, the door.
the path, unseen.
dark the walls.
caged, languishing soul,
clawing at walls to get out,
unyielding, their stoniness.
curled in the minds corner,
time passes like flowing tar.
living, a lie.
existing, a chore.
treadmilling, life.
suicide, a lusted blissful escape.
inconsistency consuming,
incongruity, the norm familiar.
the island of the soul,
ravaged by the ocean storm,
the making of every day,
after every day,
each day.
it’s wrong.