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.
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.
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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!
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I get this poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Your welcome and thank you.
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