Prisoner

I am being held prisoner

by my own mind,

sentenced to life for what

I can’t leave behind.

The memories of mistakes

that I have made

stand guard and man

the barricades.

They prevent entry to any

hope of forgiveness

or any thought they may

find suspicious.

Instead my only visitors

are my regrets

who at least come bearing

the gift of cigarettes.

I am guilty as charged with

no hope of parole

all that is left is to say a

prayer for my soul.

silhouette of a man in window
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6 thoughts on “Prisoner

  1. It’s simply beautiful. I can see the pain behind this. All that I can say is break this cage and show the world you are not week.
    Keep blogging and inspiring others..

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  2. There was a time when I used to feel like this and even now, there are times when I feel like I’m trapped inside myself. Loved the poem!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I get this poem. Thanks for sharing.

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