My head is a trap.
My animalistic thoughts
become savage when bound.
To release them is to be eviscerated,
for everything which I hold close
to be reduced to shreds.
To further restrict them
is to resign to
stagnation.
Pain is unavoidable.
I suppose life goes on.
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yes. the head is a trap for us all. we neglect the heart and the body (both brains as well) and get stuck in a sort of mental chaos. the beauty of this type of poetry is KNOWING this and sharing this knowledge with others. you ain’t alone…