The Prisoner

I am the prisoner, prisoner of my mind.

My wishes are the guards, don't let me unwind.

Whenever I put down a single bar of my greed.

 A new guard stretches, a new one for his creed.

Creed that contains, glares of showy trends.

Sometimes meaningless, still have no bends.

Then I find, it is a little hard to get a freed.

I investigate my dark shell, for new different seed.

Cried and dried, my sour throat gets a sweetener.

Oh god! Thank God! There exists a partner.

I wipe out my eyes, just to tear the dark.

His face was wrinkled, has defeat in the mark.

I am not alone, now can get some leverage.

But hey! He is no one but my own "Courage".

His eyes, soaked in grief, are overwhelming depression.

As if they had died long ago, in this brutal suppression.

His weakness is scary, a sting, a deep shock.

As if the devil has crushed him, beneath a big rock.

What's that? a glare of star or a sun.

Or another silly prisoner, just making my fun.

Though a freak, at least know how to cope?

I wipe out my eyes again, hey! That's my "Hope".

Still so young and shiny, even in this fatal.

 "I never grow old", he says, "I am immortal".

"Hey, pal! Give ears. I know what you want?"

Smiling he says shattering the haunt.

"Look up.", he says pointing to the roof.

"This shell can be escaped, not all break proof."

The shell got a crack, a tear, an opening.

Rays are invading from, the sun of happiness shining.

I ask "But how can I get high up that?",

"Oh freak! Tell me! You got a flying mat".

"Don't worry. I can. I will make you catch.

The opening, that window, that shiny scratch."

Then he turns to Courage and pats him just twice.

Now wrinkles are gone, just the beauty of a wise.

The old man has gone, and mighty one just roars.

Like splashes of titan, terrifying the tiny shores.

Then Hope bends down, on knees, on hands.

His back is now flat, on which Courage stands.

Standing on his shoulders, so strong they are.

I reach some height, now can see the happy star.

Can't get the scratch even, just two steps far.

Do they just want me to see that shiny star?

Then mighty gives a push, so a little Mr Hope.

Like a toad, am on the top without any rope.

Now I can see, the happy outside dream.

The trees are vibrant, so the water stream.

I am up, not out, there is a deep cliff.

Everything ends to a point. I'll be down in single sniff.

"Now what?" I shout. I ask Mr Hope.

"Does it end here? Over! " A voice replies "Nope!"

It coined me, a stranger, just new different voice.

Neither Courage nor Hope. As I hear it twice.

An old man on a tree, with a rope in hand.

"Don't worry. Take it. I am your friend".

I doubt and think.How does he know all our actions?

"Who are you?" I shout. He shouts, "Mr Satisfaction! "

"Just grab the rope my son and hold it strong.

Trust me. I'll pull you just like a ping pong"

Closing my eyes, I stick to it a little better.

He grabs me out from it, like drowning fly from water.

Now I am out, with that old, sitting on the tree.

Is it a dream or an illusion? Am I really free?

I turn around to have a look, widened my eye.

"Anything left my son?" the old wants a reply.

"How beautiful this is." I say. Paris, London or Greece?

"Haha! Neither my son" He says. "Welcome to the state of Peace!"