Freedom

This place, inside, where all my feelings keep.
That lies somewhere between my heart and soul.
Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek,
Protection from those, who would see them stole.
So many times have you, this bastion breached,
With scant regard for all the dangers posed.
That my hopes and dreams should not be reached,
By eyes that only wish my heart exposed.
These inmates with their liberty restrained.
That strive against their shackles and their chains.
Am I their jailer too cautious to be blamed,
To free them no matter what their claims.
And if freeing them should reveal my heart,
I might be also freed.. my life to start

Reviews

[Jonas]

Now, you know a thing or two on the regard of writing. You've got the whole package in there and it's great. You greatly present the feeling and the complexity of such a situation, desires and ambitions of those requiring the freedom. I almost get lost in the poem, it makes me scramble in it deep and that is exactly what you want-- you capture the reader and that is simply excellent.
What I'd suggest is a little more variety on punctuation, and it all should be tip-top.

Good luck on your future endeavours!