Excerpt from "A Beautiful Ribbon"

A small poem from an abandoned autobiographic work

I had another dream tonight. The barbs of my worries pricking the blood from my skin while i sleep.
I scream but i can't breathe. Drowning forever in my blood.
I look around but all i see is the people looking into my cage.
The cage is locked, i don't know who locked it. The key is nowhere to be seen.
I don't want to be locked up! I want to get out! I want to escape this prison!
I scream for help but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is blood.
As i slowly wake in my bed, i turn to face the ceiling and stretch out my arm.
I can't reach the ceiling.
My futile attempt leaves my arm hanging. I slowly feel the blood draining from my fingertips.
The tiny room with the tall ceiling is my prison. I can't even think anymore.
I turn around to my side and try to go back to sleep.
Maybe i can spare myself a few more hours of being awake today. That would make me less sad.
"I think.