My Prison

I think the poem's kind of self-explanatory, but what I mean to describe is the prison I've built for myself in the process of trying to build a defense system from...well everything I guess...

I have built this prison, my home.

Just as I was ordered.

I laid every brick, every single stone.

I spread every ounce of mortar.

I have constructed the perfect fortress.

Walls that touch the heavens themselves.

To continue building takes all the strength I possess

Only one prisoner, no need for more cells.

And yet I continue my unending quest

To build the perfect shelter

From the world that is so cold.

From storms, one after another.

Storms that grow more frequent as I grow old.

 

As I gaze at the walls of my cell, each night before falling asleep,

Memories of times things weren’t so dark

Keep me laying awake with my thoughts, oh so deep.

I remember games in the park

Times of laughter and joy

Playing games of catch and

Running around the playground as a young boy

Times before I was struck by the cold cruelty of our land.

 

As I sit and ponder times long past

I notice a window, high up on the wall

Just a bit of sunlight shining through the glass.

Towards that side of the room I slowly crawl

Nervous as though the sunlight is just a tease

Could there really be a better day out there?

“NO!” I yell out, I can’t be fooled with such ease.

For the thousandth time I turn around and stay here.

 

Without trust there is no life,

No reward without taking that chance.

If you’re willing to wallow amongst sorrow and strife

You’ll spend life dazed, as if in a trance.

 

Author's Note

I kinda just banged this out, I'm still a little uneasy about the last line or two, feel like I was reaching a bit. I'd love comments and feedback from anyone that reads it.