Amidst the swarms of crowd
I feel lost
Defunct and helpless
As a future less womb

In these ocean of mindless thoughts
I yearn to find my sanity
Doubting whether it is lost forever
Or still hiding within me

Unhindered musings enslave me
Binding my heart in their chains
Shackling my prudence
And my pride

Oh those shackles!
Slithering from my heart
To my feeble mind
Entangling every speck
Every shred
The last dregs of wisdom..

My soul is still untouched
Is it still mine
Or have the thoughts snaked around her as well?

Am I still left?
Is my essence there?
Or is it extinct
In the bloody swathes of binding reverie

Oh what am I?
If not
A prisoner of my own mind…