My own PrisonA Poem by NorthendI wrote this when i couldnt sleep while locked up.I have made my own prison, Where my cries are never heard. My own prison is full of the acts of my own mistakes My friends faces haunt me day and night, My memories haunt me though these sleepless nights, Never letting me sleep, never letting me breathe a sigh of relief My shattered child hood force these walls of this prison of pain to tear me apart. I hold on to what is left of my sanity. Holding for dear life, I know if I let go I will be lost forever My own prison is my own fault I am left with these mistakes of what I have done. I am in the dark, What is left of my soul cries out to be saved But no one helps. As the wolf howls at me from a distance The painful memories of my past come up Just like before they stab at me and try to destroy what’s left Of a shatter man. The blood of my friends stain my hands and my life. While my own blood stains what’s left of my broken heart. The joyful life I see others have, Makes me sad. Others will never know the pain I have gone though, Nor will they know the horror I have been though. Within this prison of mine I hear the voices of my dead loved ones. I hear death himself telling me, “You have created your own Prison and hell” So I sit and wait for someone to come by and notice a broken man laying on the ground. © 2010 NorthendFeatured Review
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Added on October 10, 2010Last Updated on December 11, 2010 AuthorNorthendOlympia, WAAboutHi i am here to just write. if you like my writing then let me know. I am just like everyone else i have made mistakes and done some of the most stuipist things. I have lost the love i had once had. n.. more..Writing
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