Yet another Poem!

One more of the precocious and majorly verbose NH's poems!! Written in 12th std. Now, what could have depressed me so much back then??!!

Caged

Through these blinded eyes I see,
Those dreams being ripped apart,
Those thoughts becoming frail shadows,
Those heavy mists of concentrated gloom.
It chokes me, my blindness,
I laugh at my own folly,
I realise then that life
Is a game that all must lose...
My dreams torn into shreds,
Their virgin hues desecrated,
Tattered bits floating in the eternal gloom,
I search and search, in the gloom.I
long to hold on to something whole
Something real, something truly mine,
Yet in that dense dark void,
Nothing awaits me-just nothing.
These words are all I have,
Yet, they too have failed me,
No longer are they my willing slaves,
Now they too have a mind of their own.
They now create spirals of stagnation.
I laugh at my own helplessness,
Defeated are my real thoughts
As these stubborn words find their cursed birth.
I write and write-
,These ugly words form sinister shapes
Within the cage, these blinded eyes search,
There is no place to hide, no escape in sight.
My thoughts too are blind, like my eyes,
Half dead, dripping with venomous defeat,
Yet though half dead, they are also half alive
And so yet again, they shall rise-and I shall live.