by Artemis333Atlanta, Georgia, USA
Feb 2018 1,125 Views 5 comments
Prison
This body is a prison,
From which I'll never leave
My flesh is iron bars
Made to confine me.
My soul is so much more
Than this body could ever hold
But yet Im trapped within
My freedom has been sold.
My warden is my pain
It tells me how I can live
And though I try to do my best
Ive little left to give
Im bound to this existence
Its the lot that I've been dealt
And I will bear this burden
Of my living, painful cell.
From which I'll never leave
My flesh is iron bars
Made to confine me.
My soul is so much more
Than this body could ever hold
But yet Im trapped within
My freedom has been sold.
My warden is my pain
It tells me how I can live
And though I try to do my best
Ive little left to give
Im bound to this existence
Its the lot that I've been dealt
And I will bear this burden
Of my living, painful cell.
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Posted: Feb 2018
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Comments (5)
Rob
You are blessed with a creative mind that enables you to write and share your poems with others whom may also be suffering with a condition that makes them feel trapped
Kind Regards