Prison

This is a snapshot of the mind of very sensitive soul who has been given a harsh reality check about life.

Prison

You learned the hard way not to go looking

For love in places it never existed

Now you must learn to meet your loved ones where they are.

 

Where can I go now that I know

Misery loves company

Which words will fashion the keys to my freedom?

 

I helped to build my comfortable prison

Mind you it’s furnished with a soft mattress

And running water and decorative baubles

 

But I do not fool myself�"I know that I press my face

Against bars that have been forged by your lies

Hurled at me in the name of compassion.

 

The words I never spoke sealed my fate in this prison

No prince will come to my rescue

I must find my own escape

 

Freedom shall be mine in due time

The one true friend I desperately seek

Am I willing to forgo the illusion of comfort�"

To be free?