Beyond Solitary Walls

I am in a prison
built by others.
Yet I remain
even though I hold the key.

I long for a jailbreak,
and wonder when
the car will come
to pull the bars from the window.

Too many lost years
too many betrayals
too many disappointments
too little comfort,

And so I wait
for a pardon from above
that would allow me to move
away from this place

beyond myself
beyond the angst
beyond self-pity
beyond regret.

The clock ticks loudly
yet I pay little attention
so consumed in counting
all the cracks in my psyche

that contains a code
I must decipher
buried on the far so side deep and dark
that even the light cannot escape.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

We waste so much of our lives waiting for some one to tell us we're okay before we finally realize we're the ones who have to convince ourselves. Great poem blue

[icelandicblue]

Thanks BR and you are right. We have a power within ourselves that we often forget about.