Locked Up

A Poem by Damon Chambers

Someone asked me to describe my panic and anxiety disorder and this what I came up with. Was written shortly before I was told I had prostate cancer.

My mind is my prison
Just my thoughts hold me in
No fences, no walls,
No physical obstacles
Afraid of failure I stay locked away
Giving these demons ample time to play
Pushing, pulling, they distort my thoughts
Twisting my mind into giant knots
Oh how I want them to just go away
These demons that play and I allow to stay
I want to be free, but that comes with a cost
Because without my demons I would surely be lost
And so I hide in this prison of my own creation
Anxiously waiting for some sort of salvation.