Prison

In a prison for the soul
I'm stuck.
Too bright to see
Too close to touch.
But if I can't see it, can't touch it,
Can't leave...

Is it a prison?

Where illusion is the fabric of reality,
And words are drowned in chaos,
And thoughts subdued with hate...
That is a prison.

I'm alone.
But am I lonely?
Don't I have my thoughts, my ideas and dreams?
Not here.

Here is where the tide stops,
Where stars freeze and shatter.
This is where the dream ends,
Where the colour of life fades...

I have ideas, but they are void.
I have thoughts, but they are empty.
I have dreams, but now they are bland and grey.

The bars of a blind prison are cold,
Like the skeleton fingers of winter.
And now I see that we are all here together.
All in a prison, a prison for the soul.

Reviews

[Clover]

Thanks for the reviews guys, I really appreciate it. I hope to get some more stuff up soon, my internet's been down for a few days.

[Aurora]

Wow...

You know, it's funny. When you think you're the only person who thinks or feels some way or something... you're completely wrong.
I love this. It's written in a way that made me want to keep reading.
Very good.

[Honeypot]

I think we've all felt the feelings you are writing about. Its sort of a numbness oh the brain and emotions. I think you've done a great job with this.