Birds chirping,
Grass whispering,
All is well, for now.

Sitting down,
Pulling on the hood,
It's all coming back to me now.

Standing up,
Looking up,
The desire to escape now.

Words fall like a flood,
Memories come back like the rain,
Nothing can stop this now.

Cold hard truth, 
Harsh cruel regrets,
No way to stop this now.

My brain is my own jail,
My wandering mind the jailer,
This is unstoppable now.

My eyes flutter open,
I look at the sky,
The memories are fading now.

The flood of words recedes 
The torrent of memories cease,
All is well, for now.