by Nick Gisburne
A trap, a trick, imprisons me to rot
Enslaved inside a suffocating cell
The air is humid, dangerously hot
Restrictive ropes dig deeper as they swell
The money, only borrowed, was returned
There is no vast conspiracy in play
But shackles, chains, a noose? I am concerned
The focus of your mind has torn away
The chamber is a torture, not a cure
A claustrophobic cage, without reprieve
A torment too appalling to endure
Be merciful, I beg you. Let me leave
Malicious, mad, a sick, psychotic fool
The most unstable teacher in the school
