Unfettered Prisoner

Unfettered Prisoner 

 

 

 

When the sun is smiling I try to forget what transpired 

While the moon was crying, 

Bearing witness to the undeserved chastisement, 

I’ve received torment without reason; 

Yet it seems like the blackness of night wasn’t big enough to hide in. 

Every activity is interrupted by mortifying images of raised hands. 

The remembrance of making eye contact with eyes blood-shot with wrath cuts me deep. 

I conceal the wounds by wearing humor like a mask. 

But underneath it I lament the tears of generations, 

Pretending like the years of relentless pain didn’t faze me, 

Closing chapters of depression with a: 

“Maybe I deserved it.” 

Frightening moments of being awoken in the middle of the night keep replaying. 

I remember one night thinking... 

“To this nightmare, is there an ending?” 

I feel like a cup of water and fear is thirsty, 

A lullaby and death is sleepy, 

An apple pie and loneliness is hungry, 

A caged little boy looking for loving arms to hold me. 

No bars, no chains but I’m still enslaved. 

My tormentor is long gone, 

Reaping an eternal harvest; 

His mortal shell rotting in a grave. 

And still I remember the aroma of his frustrated rage. 

In his death I can’t forget therefore I will never escape. 

After years of running my feet are in the same place, 

Crying retroactive tears for my children to wipe clear their slate. 

But everyday I’m reunited because he breathes the breath of my mistakes, 

In my doubt and insecurity he’s reincarnated. 

When I look in the mirror I see his face. 

Reviews

[BEEGE]

I dont even know what to say
about this one. Its like, no matter what
I say about your poem, it wont reflect
how great it actually is.
"I feel like a cup of water and fear is thirsty,"
was the first line of a few that just made me say
WHOA!!! Lil homey has skills!!!
Again, this was an amazing write!

Beege

[☮]

I'm ashamed to have bypassed this piece. This is truly a classic example of self-reflection.
You bare all and express the inner most insecurities, frustrations and inadequacies felt daily by so many. I can relate to the "maybe I deserved it" line.

A cafe masterpiece.

[BeautifulDisaster]

Wow. This was beautifully written.
You definitely have a talent for writing. :D

[just is]

This is so wonderful, I like this. I found this truthful and very well written.

[Michelle Tarnowski]

You sir are truly gifted.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

You have written an awesome poem, beautifully penned, definately one of my favorites. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Rebecca Rogers]

You already know this is a great piece from all the reviews, but I wanted to second all of them.

>But everyday I'm reunited because he breathes the breath of my mistakes,
>In my doubt and insecurity he's reincarnated.
>When I look in the mirror I see his face.


That's deep. Plain and simple.

People who come from a not-so-good childhoods grow up to see bits and pieces of what they were trying to escape in themselves.

Nice work! :)

[Bill Grimes Jr.]

"A lullaby and death is sleepy"

Man that's profound Marvin. This manifesto speaks volumes between the graceful lines......Pain is a byproduct of fear......fear that is often imbedded in our subconscious minds from the years of repressive psyche.......You lay it all down on paper and the fear melts in the process......plus, you help others recognize and deal with their own fears.......Well done my friend! Excellent!

Bill :-)

[Frank Terino]

Awsome prose, flows from the heart with creativeness and understanding, I can see why so many people like this, I found it a pleasure to read, has flowing, wisping feature. Great Job!

[J.L. Davenport]

My tormentor is long gone,

Reaping an eternal harvest;

His mortal shell rotting in a grave.

And still I remember the aroma of his frustrated rage.

In his death I can't forget therefore I will never escape.

After years of running my feet are in the same place,


Right here is where your poem really spoke! Powerful brother!
The revelation is definitely awakening.

[Ravenskald]

*stunned*
So deep, so sad
especially
"In my doubt and insecurity he's reincarnated.
When I look in the mirror I see his face. "

19 ? and you see and write like this

~raven