'Where am I?'

I've never bought into over analysing what someone has written. I remember doing poem analysis but always thought it a valid answer to say that is how the author felt.

This poem came out almost exactly as you see it now; I simply feel the words are right.

I let thoughts run rampant and rage through the plains of my mind but where am I?

I spectate; I look upon the internal conflict, the confusion, the mindful storm and I weep for the chains it lay at my side to engulf me.

A glimmer of hope and my heart leaps for love and freedom while intellectual depression shackles possibility and all is awry.

And in the havoc, when all is conceded in sigh, where am I?