A Different Kind of Prision

My body is a prision,

There is no way out.

No where to go,

No way to shout.

No one will hear you.

But you waste your breathe.

You yell,you scream,you shout.

''LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT!!''

But the prision your in is unlike any other,

Your body is your prision,

Your sentence is life.

There is no way out.

But the knife.

But you dare not draw that out.

So there you are behind the cell bars,

Trying to call out.

But no one will hear you,

There is no way out.

Author's Note

This poem is about 'feeling trapped' inside your own body. This poem was inspired by my experience with scoliosis and being ''stuck' or ''trapped'' within the painful and uncomfortable body of a person with scoliosis and the emotional and mental effects that go along with it.

Reviews

[Krystal Nicole]

Very well written. I could feel the passion behind the words. It flowed quite nicely. Great job!!:)

[Soul Fire]

Thank you very much! |:D

[The Fallen]

Amazing poem! I loved it, it flowed wonderfully and I love the meaning behind it (: But after all I love all your poems xD

[Soul Fire]

Thank you! :D

[The Fallen]

Your welcome :D

[Andrew (MJ) Nugteren]

don't worry your superman (boyfriend) will come and save you or to keep you company but i love the poem tho 100/100

[Soul Fire]

Thank you!

[Andrew (MJ) Nugteren]

no problem