My Own PrisonA Poem by AaronFreitasHere is a poem that hits close to the heart on dark, depressing days.I can no longer look in the mirror, The sight of this face disgusts me. I can no longer live life in fear, Fear of the mistakes that plague me.
Struggle to produce a perfect me, Perfection, just a mystery. Chasing dreams far from reality, The root cause of my misery.
I have become a slave to my many wrong
doings… A slave to depression, heartbreak and my
demise. Temporary love, hatred, pain and
temptations; I have created my own prison through my
lies.
Choices in life come back to haunt me. Extricate
this curse from my soul. Break these cuffs to regain my freedom, Too late, self-pity takes its toll.
In this lonely prison some call life… I take it one day at a time. Until air no longer fills my lungs, And I crumble away and die. © 2015 AaronFreitasAuthor's Note
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Added on April 20, 2015Last Updated on April 20, 2015 AuthorAaronFreitasCAAboutI love to write, most my work tends to be on the darker side. I write from my heart and tend not to mess with it too much. I guess sometimes I write and post without focusing on what everyone else w.. more..Writing
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