this prison

the breeze finally comes

in the dead of the night,

as the heat floats away

like the breath

of a slowly dying man,

his soul crying out

to flee from this prison

which has held it for so long,

in a world where it has

been forced to become that

which it never really was,

it’s only hope lying

in the chance it can survive

the destruction

of these prison walls,

returning to a world

where it once lived

at peace

within itself;

sleep comes hard

in this hopeless land of love as

thoughts of things said

echo throughout the silence,

remembering

places from the past

nearly forgotten

by this clever disguise

called life;

Your voice

calls out softly,

guiding me

along the way

and I try to listen

but it’s just so hard

when you know

it isn’t going to matter

because

it always turns out the same;

I wish

I could walk out

of this prison

in which I live,

discard it

like old clothes,

be free once more,

no restrictions,

no fear or rage,

only quiet, simple thought;

this prison

which holds me

to the earth,

this prison

that makes me crave

depravity,

this prison

in which I was born,

this prison

which has grown with me

but has never

let me grow.

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