volution Posted February 20, 2005 Share Posted February 20, 2005 I wrote this one last year... Prison How long must I languish in this prison? My soul lies in a cold, dark place, so Twisted even the wind laughs at my plight. Walls of confusion, disappointment, fear, Disenchantment and pain vanquish every Last tiny drop of hope. I've spent so long in this place, that I seem to have forgotten my fondest dreams; I seem to have forgotten my self... Through rusted bars, I see the world Spinning, everyone seems to live Free, while I just exist - Alone - for an eternity, but when The night comes, I feel even More forsaken... The porridge I'm served poisons My soul - life force-feeds me Images that test my soul... ...a plot to enrage me, to make me jealous, make me explode, make me a real offender... Images of held-hands, warm Embraces, touching mouths, Merging bodies, uniting souls... ...that which I yearn for so Much, with all that remains Of Me. I want to go on hunger strike, But the tiniest echo of compunction Doesn't let me euthanise. Even Papillion would not have Withstood this level of harrow for Long. Melancholy is my only visitor, And she is not there for my health. What did I do to warrant this Punishment? Through the bars again, I look at So many who deserve this prison Much more than I. Those will half-a-heart, with guile On their mind, and with carnal impetuses. This world praises them and all that they do. But now my heart is colder and Harder than theirs' ever was. I've been on trial all my life, Yet no advocate has come To my rescue. Every day I'm questioned even more, I cannot defend myself - I have Nothing left with which to plea. Down I go, deeper and deeper, There is no jury, and this trial I endure has no connection with fair. I'm in a prison, from which I cannot Escape - I have condemned myself To a life sentence of loneliness. I'm guilty, of course! But of what? Of gentleness, honesty, sensitivity, and being true... Link to comment
Roasted Carrots Posted February 20, 2005 Share Posted February 20, 2005 I like! It flows oh-so-nicely....the sort of poem that could be transformed into a song. I especially like how you link prisons, trials, and punishments. I've seen a lot of poems about "personal prisons" but yours takes the concept to a higher level. I've been on trial all my life, Yet no advocate has come To my rescue My favorite stanza. Keep writing! Link to comment
From_Now_On Posted February 20, 2005 Share Posted February 20, 2005 Nice poem. I admired your word usage. Keep up the good work. -FNO Link to comment
volution Posted February 20, 2005 Author Share Posted February 20, 2005 Thanks. LOL - my ex was from Michigan - Muskegon. Nice poem. I admired your word usage. Keep up the good work. -FNO Link to comment
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