Knocked-Out Mind

I found my self,

unable again,

to say to me no.

I found my self,

again in trap,

for not listening,

to not listen upper enough.

Why am I still bothering,

what am I looking on?

For whatever I will be,

I must not forgive,

what went around;

And all the sound I heard now,

all inside of my skull,

with no light to draw them out.

What am I still looking on,

how have I lost control,

no matter what it seems,

to me is the last agony.

Heal, nowhere to be,

is this just a bad dream?