Mind Mines

Careful where you step when visiting my mind. There are no signs and when you step on a mine, my mind flies back to a cell block you never knew existed. The cell barely fits your chained heart and brain, let alone space to be. The cell walls are perfect for thoughts to bounce off the walls, and right when you think they have disappeared; they regain their chokehold. The thoughts don't march in looking for a place to be, they buddy up with good memories, ideas, and feelings. After they arrive they band together and kill off their competition. There is no need for them to multiply as bad feelings work better with space, they create a dance. The dance is choreographed by self-hate the unofficial leader of the crew, due to his veteran time spent in my mind. The music buries my cries for help escaping the maze of my mind, yet the thoughts deafen my ears to hear any response. The maze of mind my mind with no entrance or exit to be seen.