Mind Trap

Locked alone in a sterile room,
I stare at the trees,
Make a heavenly tomb

They strip my weapons,
While I come undone,
Not seeing their attacks,
Rebound as fun

Waking dreams,
That encircle my head,
I walk through their schemes,
As I lay on my bed

Nothing is lost,
That cannot be found,
Look upon me aghast,
I'm always around

No wealth but health,
No hate in my fate,
Excepting thyself.
Check.
Mate.