Insanity (Poetry)

Insanity

Confined;
just me
and my thoughts,
echoing.

Is my voice
mine?

Hallucinations
barge in,
when needed
they disappear.

Time warps,
reality and dream
converge.

Awake,
night or day?

Asleep,
day or night?

On the brink of insanity;
decomposing alive
in a coffin
labelled:
'Solitary Confinement.'

_{Image Source: Pixabay}

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I got the inspiration for this after watching the first episode of Mind Field. Isolation is a killer and harmful to not just the brain, but to the physical body. It does not make sense that we deprive people out of the basic need of senses or social contact. Poor sleep and diets are also harmful, and most of our prisons are designed to worsen someone's condition. I refuse to believe that solitary confinement for prolonged periods can be a benefit to anyone. If we want inmates to come out reformed, we need to treat them with respect, like they are living creatures (yes, animals deserve respect too). Sensory stimuli are basic human rights. For those who are interested, here is the first episode to Mind Field:

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My new poetry collection, Welcome to the Sombre Days, is published as paperback on Amazon and ebook on Kindle. Each day, I am sharing another poem from the book on Steemit. Here are the available parts so far:

Announcement & Forward
Book Release

Chapter 1: Puppet Strings
#1 - Dancing Queen
#2 - Fruitcake
#3 - The Best of Both Worlds
#4 - Applause
#5 - Hush!
#6 - Inside Me (1)
#7 - Ink-chanted (1)
#8 - Overshadow
#9 - Archetypes
#10 - Same Blood
#11 - Fragments of Memory
#12 - A Moment of Glory
#13 - Blossom (1)
#14 - The Puppet Master
#15 - An Alternate Reality

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art and flair courtesy of @PegasusPhysics

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