Mind Incarceration
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Poetry
There's demons in my mind,
I'm struggling to think.
Life's leaving me behind
As deeper, I sink.
This blackness in my brain,
Forcing me under its strain,
Endlessly I wonder,
Can I get out from under?
I'm doing hard time in my mind
My mind's jail, it has no bail.
Mino's prison has only,
Eternal incarceration.
Running with thugs, using drugs
Slowly destroying my life
Getting into trouble and strife
No good, I need to change my life.
Of course, it doesn't work out
Ran its course, got caught out
Now the prison is also real
Full of just concrete and steel.
In this concrete incarceration
New brothers from different mothers
All with similar struggles in life
With end dates from this situation
No release from my situation
Mino incarceration
There's demons in my mind,
I'm struggling to think.
Life's leaving me behind
As deeper, I sink.
This blackness in my brain,
Forcing me under its strain,
Endlessly I wonder,
Can I get out from under?
I'm doing hard time in my mind
My mind's jail, it has no bail.
Mino's prison has only,
Eternal incarceration.
Running with thugs, using drugs
Slowly destroying my life
Getting into trouble and strife
No good, I need to change my life.
Of course, it doesn't work out
Ran its course, got caught out
Now the prison is also real
Full of just concrete and steel.
In this concrete incarceration
New brothers from different mothers
All with similar struggles in life
With end dates from this situation
No release from my situation
Mino incarceration
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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