Whispers from within...

The desperate struggle to hold time still with bare hands reveals nothing, but empty palms…
Sanity wields a double edge sword in my direction but the attacker’s aim is slightly off…
With every swing I attempt to throw myself in harms way but contact is not possible.
I remain tangled in this life, of illusions and dreams…
I yearn to awake myself and live life, but time has unveiled a different plan…
I stay confined to this room, my simple cry for help has been recognized as an act of aggression and, my reward shall be another dose of medication to allow time to slip pass me unnoticed…