Imprisonment Of My Sanity

Swirling,
spinning around
constantly,
walls become ceiling and floor
while they become the walls
in this swirling abyss.

Words shout out
from the darkness
making no sense,
just making my head ache.

Things begin to connect,
to make a bit of sense,
then things stir
and leave me in this endless war
fighting for knowledge,
for comprehensible thoughts,
for my sanity.

Knights in their shining armor
have attempted rescue for the
damsel in distress
locked away in her own diseased mind.

But they all failed,
lost themselves trying to save me.
The smart ones, though,
gave up on me before they
lost sense of the world.
I envy those.

The wall I thought
was a floor
broke through.

Falling...
Falling...
Falling...

Miles I fell
still spinning
only darkness as a friend.

The walls disappeared,
I lost sight of the ceiling
long ago,
and the floor,
if there is one,
is still far down.

Wind rushes from all sides,
I don't know if I am falling
down or up,
maybe sideways.

Down...
Down...
Down...

farther into my
galaxies of subconsciousness
that imprisons me.

I assume I'm heading
towards rock bottom,
there seems no other way to go,
though.

I lost myself,
but when I finally land,
if I ever do,
when I finally hit rock bottom,
I will forever be lost
with no return
and no chance of rescue.