Padded Cell

Slowly ticking by the time goes
The jacket tight
The straps buckled
The arms crossed
The squeal of the old hinges
The sound of the pads rubbing
The slow walk into the light
The feeling of the cold concrete
The slam as you hit the pads
The loud squeal as the door is shut
Then nothing no sound
No voices or murmurs
Just silence and a white light
The steady rocking back and fourth
The voices in your head come back
Willing you to come back
Willing you into the darkness
Bringing back all the pain
Bringing back the suffering
Slipping back into nothingness
Becoming the monster again
Turning into the past
Whispering quietly in the cell
Wanting to be free again
Kept locked away
Sealed in the padded cell
Imprisoned in the light