Prisoner

Prisoner

A Poem by RiNNA<3
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Written for everyone out there with an incurable disease.

"

PRiSONER.

I dance alone

Not because I want to

But because I have to.

 

I used to be a happy child.

I remember vividly how

A smile would form on my lips

When I splashed in mud.

My heart beats with joy during

Those moments I playfully

Argue with my best of friends.

I never thought those simple

Taken for granted moments in

My life would disappear.

 

I used to sing along with

The morning birds perched

Outside my window.

I loved to dip my cubby

Fingers into the bowl of

Brownie mix my mother

Made every Sunday.

My friends and I would

Sit on my bed and gossip

About boys while doing our nails.

It never crossed my mind at all

That these everyday moments

Would be gone so easily.

 

Like a wall of mirror

Being shattered with my

Bare head, I ended up

On the other side.

Where there is no sign

Of life nor death.

Where everything is just

Inbetween.

For you aren't quite sure

Whether you'll die today

Or tomorrow.

 

I am trapped in this place

'Til the day I die.

 

With no where to run,

I only hold a pencil and paper

Writing every single moment of

My life

Because writing is evidence

That I am

Alive.

© 2009 RiNNA<3


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A healthy mind trapped in a body that doesn't work
anymore. Sad, so very sad. It happens to people
when they grow old, but at least they had years
to be in a heathy body that did what they wanted.
To lose one's body so young, tragic! Your
poem is well written and you're able to
bring the pain of what its like to be trapped
in a body that's become more like a prison to your
readers. Excellent writing, excellent poem!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


Ahh this made me want to cry.
I've never had an incurable disease, though I've had my share of stuff like it.
This was a really great poem, and you really hit home.
A favorite of mine!
Great job.
~Lauren

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Listen dear ,I really dont know what kind of disease that you have,and you say its like making you crippled
to do your daily chores ,so you pick a pen and you write..its a great thing you chose to do..
writing and reading inspires you ,makes you a dreamer..and if you give a lot to it ,it gives you lots of strength
lots of defenses in your battle ..its a call for the mind to help in fighting all along
I have read a lot..a brilliant beautiful mind ,so creative ,is very strong ,it hardly loses a battle ,or if so the loss will be so weak ,of even if so the loss
will seem so easy you will hardly notice you are losing anything for on the other side you are gaining a lot
so many that you read about ,so many that you create in your writing they will fill your life
and stand besides you..in a way its like you multiply ,believe me ,its so,though it may seem hard to understand
but I just know it does..never give up ,keep your mind creative..it will help you a lot
lovely write..

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Posted 15 Years Ago



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