Poem

in poem •  7 years ago 

This prison of mine,
The walls are the soul,
The bars are the heart,
The window shining brightly on me is you.

This prison of mine,
I Cannot break out,
The guards are society,
And their weapons my consciousness.

This prison of mine,
with walls so thick,
bars so tight,
a single window, within my cell,
to look through in my darkest hour.

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