Nonsense or Misery?

About a person locked in a room, in a asylum.

Locked in my infamous box of misery
Succumbed to the delirious dialect,
I laugh unconsiderably  feeling insanity linger with me yet.

Subdued and castrated or miserably understood
such a load of jabberwocky I never understood.

I still smile uncalmly at sudden crashing sounds
and snicker for you to stay, your eyes all round.

Beaming with delight or dispicable uncertainty?
I'm laughing unconsiderably in my black box of misery.

Reviews

[Tim]

A good description of insanity Rosy. I like your choice of words and the feeling you've conveyed in this poem. Black box of misery is a good way to put it. Good job.