Prisoner

I am a prisoner
and away in my keep I stay
Lost to the world around me,
trying to find my way

With only the breeze to comfort me
I sleep alone
Locked away in my tower,
but no emotions are shown

I tell the voice to keep it down
Even they don't listen
My screams are silent as the breeze,
and only in writing do they glisten

My heart beats fast
Pumping blood out of my system
As my thoughts boil to the surface,
they simmer down to just a symptom

My days spent here are long
They all blend together
It reminds me that time is just an emotion,
and it will change just like the weather

I dream of the day I will leave here
No longer in my chains
However only death can break them,
and relieve me of all my pain.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

We all create various prisons in our lives & in our minds. Your poem uses a ton of creative dynamic imagery to show how the constriction might choke & stifle. Yet, even as many are strangled by the false restrictions they place on themselves, they cannot see that they are in a prison of their own making. Very thought-provoking (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Prisoners of the mind. My daughter suffers with mental health illness. At times she really struggles and your lines reminded me that many people are their own prisoners. This poem flows well and is very nicely composed. Well done.

Chris

[Broken.]

Thank you for the review Chris, always welcome!

[Paul Bell]

I like the analogy, we are all prisoners of our own emotions.
Sometimes prison is welcome, a place of refuge a place to abstain.
It's the release we can't handle, that can be final.

[Dave Brown]

Escape could be enjoyable but relieving pain by dying could perhaps be a bit extreme
Just sayin
Although I haven't tried it so its quite possible I could be wrong

[Patricia Stephmore]

Very relatable and deep.....it gave me goosebumps and seared right through my heart
Simply wowwww and beautiful