the dragging turns into a litany
of voices I wish to escape
the hallway remains over crowded
my mind it seems always awake
I crawl out from slumber to notice
that the cage from which freedom I long
now opens its old rusty gate
for a dream of a place to belong
my fingers are constantly hammered
my eyes raw, a daily event
these feelings define my psychosis
and the pain that may never relent
there is craving, there is smoke, there are flames,
through the window I just see the dawn
my pillow's the silent partner
gives relief to a heart that is worn
outstretched my arms see the glow
yet elusive, as often I fall
then night meets the day and I wonder
will I be there when this time you call