Tiny Bubble

INSIDE THIS TINY BUBBLE I EXIST,

PATIENTLY WAITING LIKE A FISH,

SWIMMING BACK AND FORTH,

HOPING THE SCENERY SHIFTS,

FROM PINK AND BLUE SQUARES,

AND STRIPS, OF YELLOW LINES...

CHAOTIC SOUNDS...OF MOANS, GROANS

AND WHINES,

CARD SHARKS AND CHESS CHAMPS,

IN A HURRY HEADED NOWHERE FAST,

A SAD EXISTENCE IT IS,

WITHIN THIS TINY LITTLE BUBBLE.

WHO KNEW SO MUCH DARKNESS,

HEARTACHE AND TROUBLE,

COULD FIT IN SUCH A CROWDED SPACE,

A CHILDISH PLACE...IT IS,

IN THIS HELLISH PIT OF ARRESTED MEN,

WITH ARRESTED DEVELOPMENTS,

A FELLOWSHIP OF FELONS WITH,

INCURABLE INSECURITIES,

AND PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPURITIES.

PSYCHOTROPICS ISN'T CURING THINGS,

A HORRID SCENE IT IS,

WITHIN THIS ORB OF SCHEMES...

LIES AND DREAMS...THAT HAVE CALCIFIED,

I LOOK OUT MY MIND

THROUGH ASTOUNDED EYES,

AT WHERE IM HOUSED,

AND WHAT IM SURROUNDED BY,

INSIDE OF MY...

TINY LITTLE BUBBLE.