Cell Number (D)one

Cell Number (D)one

 

Strait jackets and white walls

Create this world I live.

Trapped within myself;

Finding it hard to forgive.

 

You’ve locked me inside

And tossed away the key.

I’m crying out loud

Begging to be freed.

 

I feel no love

For I’m alone in this cell.

My body is numb

As I live in this hell.

 

I’m a victim held hostage,

Confined to this prison.

You call the shots,

You make decisions.

 

You’ve taken my voice

And bound me with chains.

Misery’s my company;

I’ve nothing to gain.

 

You’ve stolen my worth

And broken my heart.

Promises made

Are now torn apart.

 

When will you see

The things you have done?

You’ve created a monster

Anxious to run.

 

It’s come to an end,

This thing we call love.

It’s broken and empty

And I’ve had enough.

Reviews

[mikkiblueyes]

i love......totally can relate!!!!

[Chris38]

Sometimes a relationship can become a prison and that seems to be what this is about. There's a note of finality at the end. It can be tough to make a break but sometimes it can be liberating.

[Poe Redd]

Mmmm, this was delicious to read. So smooth, the rhyming seems so effortless. And I love the idea! Being me, the strait jackets caught my attention like pie. Love it!