Our Mind is a Specially Assigned Prison

We are always alone.

No matter how many times we've exchanged smiles,

ran side by side together for many many miles,

we are still ever-changing liquid colors stuck in a living jail cell.

Ever since existence, we suffer the sequelas of this ailment of a spell.

The illusions that our colors mix are nothing but silly tricks!

At our walls we could throw punches, screams, and kicks.

But our worlds will never belong to anyone other than ourselves.

We all have to learn to cope with what's put on our shelves.

I'd like if we could hold hands, like really hold hands.

But alas, our poignant world has no such plans.

We must walk and think that we hold the power to hold.

Belief, a power held that might never get old.

So this is the lonely place we reside.

Where we face the challenge to end with pride.

But listen to me not, as a gnashnab blabbermouth am I.

However don't come and cry when you find out why.

Author's Note

Put almost all my effort into this.

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

Well your effort paid off. Was a very profound piece that holds a lot of truth. "But our worlds will never belong to anyone other than ourselves." Or prison is our minds... Maybe through technology we'll be able to go in to someone else's mind and truly understand them... Maybe. Thanks for sharing, lots to take in.