deep within a cracking shell
lies a lonesome prison cell
inhabited by a lonely soul
imprisoned by the world so cold
the soul considers being free
at least that's what it wants to believe
but it fears the other side of the bars
and the bright lights of the stars
the journey to escape the shell
could release the soul into a hell
it does not want to be within
because, truly, where does one begin?
we all contain a bastard soul
too afraid to be free and let go
of the safe little cell we're locked inside
and the safe little shell we hide behind
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoesíaA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
