Prisoner of My Own

Introspective poem about me

I immured my soul within a paper and locked it with ink
Within cryptography of my nocturne, I write hope and despair notes
My jailer is my twisted mind, feeding me dark thoughts
And my heart blackens more and more within each word I write.

The walls of my soul suffocate the screams of my consciousness
Ink pens my confessions and those who I condemn day and night
Ink shares with me my boredom, the eternal and the most abyssal
And the swarm of dark thoughts manifests to sting me in the soul.

Anguish and despair flying in my soul's air, letting it damp
The air smells excrements of the devils turning around me.
I lay my soul confiding in paper divan, I'm being psychoanalyzed
Fighting the urges and complications of my Oedipus complexes.

Author's Note

Provide constructive criticism, please. Any sort of feedback is welcomed!

Reviews

[Elmehdi Adlany]

Thanks for those few nice words :)

[J]

This was deep but nice.Has a story behind it.It was good :)