Entrapment

I live in a cell. four walls of oppression devoid of any real truth.
Here, there is no way to tell what time it is. We gauge time by pain.
The narcissistic delusions come in waves, polluting my thoughts.
Imagine. Living in isolation, no food, no water, just pain.
Your heart rips and mends with the waxing and wane of the moon.
The Tide turns and brings forth a moment of relief.
The pursuit of happiness is an illusion best kept to oneself.
Dreams. What we chase always illudes us, swaying just outside our grasp.
We are the donkey chasing the carrot on the stick.
The marionnette dances on strings as the government clips an angels wings.
"You can be whatever you want!" they say.
Sending us off on a journey of false pretenses.
They give us an illusion to live for and all they ask for in return is our soul.