Prison Or The Prisoner

Prison Or The Prisoner

A Poem by Gary McDonald

Prison... Only allowing few entry

towering walls to hide your depth

always wary of potential escapes

showers home to the excuses for nightmares

inspections upon a visitor’s arrival.

Enclosed... Your true purpose an empty secret.

 

Prisoner... Guilt determined by a majority

sentenced to a life of seclusion, isolation

praying that you never need clean yourself

mixed emotion at the sight of loved ones

dreaming of escape to the mundane days of others.

Trapped... Dead before your death.

 

Am I the prison... or the prisoner?

© 2010 Gary McDonald


Author's Note

Gary McDonald
Might make edits.
My last for a while.

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Such a unique analogy of life as a prison or prisoner. Once hurt, we often erect walls around our hearts too high for others to scale them. So we become both the prison and the prisoner as our hearts are trapped inside, slowly dying from the self-imposed isolation. A very thought provoking piece. Well done.

But why your last for a while? Hope you don't leave us waiting too long for your next posting.



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A prison houses prisoners; A prisoner may nor may not house the prison inide of him/her....
I wonder if it were deliberate that you placed prison before prisoner. Gary these are two concepts that question us in our inner being. You "imaginative thinking" has wisely crafted this piece, congrats!

Posted 14 Years Ago


The mind can sure be a prison to those who hate the sight they exude to themselves

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are the warden and guard with heavy keys.
This poem is very unique. I read that you haven't written a poem you can be happy with..well..no writer ever has I believe. Kind of a tattoo all writers wear but from an outsider's perspective this one is up there. Great depth.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I think at times our mind is the prison, imprisoning our hearts desires.
Great work!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a little bit of both perhaps,Gary,we all are our prisons and the prisoners within,,, a very poignant feel you create,,,a feel of nothing ness,i have read thrice or four times now and this emptiness,,,you depict so beautifully,,,

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great piece g - very descriptive analogy with a perfect ending. thanks for sharing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I would agree with Ellen, its a b'ful analogy....Makes you think and look deep inside you! "Trapped...death before your death" Wonderful write...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You bring us a work that, on the surface, takes us into the world of the prison system... the separation... the pain... the living death, as it were... And then deeper, your words drive into the minds and hearts of each of us... our lives... our connections... our prisons... All things work together so brilliantly here. Excellent, moving write!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such a unique analogy of life as a prison or prisoner. Once hurt, we often erect walls around our hearts too high for others to scale them. So we become both the prison and the prisoner as our hearts are trapped inside, slowly dying from the self-imposed isolation. A very thought provoking piece. Well done.

But why your last for a while? Hope you don't leave us waiting too long for your next posting.



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another new avenue you have ventured down..
so good to see you trying so many venues.. such a deep piece with much to think about.. excellent Poet Brit

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Gary McDonald
Gary McDonald

Crawley, West-Sussex, United Kingdom



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Do not love for the love of another, nor seek the sights already sought, live for the lives of the many, and your days will in time be taught. Gary I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..

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