Prisoner
There's something holding me down
Weighing me down with its heaviness
I try to pick myself from the ground
But the effort is futile, fruitless
Lift me up, make me better
Tell me what Word to follow to the letter
Lost all faith, lost all trust
Lost all love, lost the joy of happiness burst
Trying to scale the walls, falling back down
One wrong step in the well will make me drown
The chains are rusted, but still strong
I'm still here, it's been so long
Clawing, scratching at the stone
My voice hoarse, still all alone
Struggling against the iron, enshrouded in the dark-
Water so cold and unforgiving
Biting against the wounds all raw
Collapsing back in pain with eyes tearing
Huddled i sit now on an outcrop
Look up to see the dark of night
Framed and encircled by the boundaries of my prison
The wave of silent tears returns with all its might.
-DV
9/9/15
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