Prisoner

Controlled by one, reaching out for a saviour

I think I may just die
In this abyss that pulls relentless at my feet
Binding me with chains
At the ankles, the wrists I have broken
With blood seeping, left wounds deep
However unlike my heart that screams
And the anger causes me grief
Toward my dark and cold warden
Watching, waiting, unsatisfied
Losing his grip he fears and lashes
At my being within, with one thousand whips
Each branded with control, and irate jealousy
Searing open once again
Every gaping cut he previously inflicted
And still, with every fiber I pull away
Yet he seizes what was never his
After he threw it all away with his fist
And hate-filled words
I beg for release, to run toward open arms
Whose eyes now hold back
And whose heart beats still
And mighty spirit pushes forward into a battle
That begs to be ended swiftly and justly

Author's Note

most of what I write has deep, cryptic meaning. Those who know understand. I am sure those who relate do as well.

Reviews

[Akemi Polino]

i know what your going throw...If its what i think. I like the poem!;D