Never Seen It Coming

Imprisoned in my mind, The words that need to be said Write down on paper, no binding Not to leave them there, grinding. I'm in an occupied state of being, I'll be free from this space soon I'll break free out of that small place Been locked up inside, without a tune. In my head, trying to think clearly, With the direction being where I am The writing exercises I need to practice daily. I thought to myself, I'll be ok, with that in mind Don't get too comfortable Your writing won't come comforted. I need to strive harder, With my writing on the outside Instead of the written inside. Anxiety comes at me in this writing; I need more air where I can breathe Anxiousness has taken my breath away. Look's like this is an ending to the end.