Tortured
Alone in a room full of people,
screaming without making a sound.
Seeing nothing but shadows,
no solids holding them down.
Struggling to call focus,
straining to reach out.
Longing for movement,
the body is without.
Trapped in a place of darkness,
illuminated by despair.
Searching for an exit,
that exists nowhere.
Unable to block out,
the mind's silent melodies.
Once cherished moments,
forever hostile memories.
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