Behind closed doors
Every single day, I think of reasons,
With my mind trapped in this endless prison,
Of ways to escape its permanent grasp,
That holds me tight, I cannot last.
The trial is drawing closer to me,
The bars making everything harder to see,
The shining light that keeps my hopes alive,
Replaced by darkness, fear and strife.
Days are like years in this place that I die.
My age determined by sadness and lies.
My youth is over, the weight I must bear,
Drags me down, to drown in despair.
I just want to free this lonely caged bird,
Who lost the most beautiful song ever heard.
It's been so long since it's seen the light,
It can't get a single note right.
In this life there is nothing more to do,
So why should I try and stay to please you?
My sanity I can no longer claim,
Gone away with the dying flame.
And now anything can tear me apart,
As tears flow, slowly, bled from my dying heart,
With noose in hand, I let my body stay,
But untie my mind as it floats away.
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My Heart's Prison
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
