A Poem by The High Poet

This is just a ruff draft so it is pretty raw. Hope you like it :)

I lost myself when in that place
Loosing all of my personal space
The sharks in the water start getting near
Hide your emotions and show no fear
This is what you need to do to survive
The only way to stay alive
Is show no fear and don't be week
Or you might end up as their b***h for a week
I feel like something was ripped away
It's getting worse every day
How do I make these flashbacks stop
I look like I'm here but really I'm not
A shell of a man that I used to be 
Are you looking for me?  Can you really see
The pain hidden just behind my eyes
Or can you not see through my disguise
I wear so many masks and I am loosing myself
The stress has already started to affect my health
So many panic attacks though out the day
I'm sorry I've run out of things to say

© 2010 The High Poet

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I liked this piece a lot, specially the closure..I guess you can still work with the structure of it.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Wow, sounds like you are describing Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder perfectly. Although, I see by the title perhaps it is a lack of freedom that is your point. I think you mean to us the word 'through' instead of 'though' in the last stanza. A powerful, succinct write indeed. Compelling and heartfelt. Very moving - I can relate very well to feelings such as that which you penned so well.
Thanks so much for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago

personal freedom is a heavy price to pay for moments of weakness

Posted 10 Years Ago

I love this writing!

Posted 10 Years Ago

very interesting write, well done :D

Posted 10 Years Ago

Very powerful for a "ruff" (rough) draft. I think my only suggestion is to use the "Distancing yourself" technique. Set it aside and try not to think of it. In maybe a month, go back and reread it and you'll find some things you missed in the passion of this creative creation. Good job and keep up the good work!

Posted 10 Years Ago

I liked this.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I really like how you illustrate the dehumanizing conditions of being incarcerated. When we lose all emotion and start acting in total self-preservation, we're essentially no more than animals. Good stuff, man.

Posted 10 Years Ago

The trauma and horrors of being locked up in prison. I think you did a really good job on this.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Loving this piece!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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The High Poet

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