Prisons are meant to be physical cells aren't they
Shackles and chains that sway
Bars that are stained and rotting away
Marching in a straight line
Ready to decay in a box with no room at all
Small enough to cramp the body and crush the soul
To remind people they are not going to be treated fair
To be yelled at hit and put away
Everyone looking at others in shame
This is what a real prison is
But the one that haunts many is
One that cannot be seen by the naked eye
It cannot be visited at anytime
None can enter this prison
Just the one it one's own mind
It does not look the same
But it seems like rot and pain
Despair at every corner that lingers near
No one to lend a hand
No words of encouragement enter here
This is the prison of the mind
One that changes people drastically
Making them feel the will always be deceived
Never to be loved
And never to be free
The pain that is rooted deep within the heart
Wraps around the heart so effortlessly
It is hard to know who is really who they say they are
And even more difficult to overcome this tragedy
The prison of the mind is a place no one should escape too
This is not an escape room
There is no way out
But hope does lay near
It is all up to one's self to take the chance or to disappear
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Pain and Serenity
PoesíaA compilation of poems that reveal the dark thoughts that consume people. Thoughts that are never voiced. Antagonizing thoughts that consume a person that make them self-destructive. A mixture of emotional, mental, and physical conflicts that occu...
