Prisoner Of The Mind

My voice a whisper, I'm trapped inside the darkness,

Prisoner of my own mind, lost amongst the heartless,

they say home is where the heart is, 

maybe that's why I feel so empty,

Because I've been gone so long by now they probably resent me,

I feel the void,

hear the noise-- my ears are ringing,

bringing tears which throughout the years are few and far between,

Everyday is pain, the likes of which you have hardly seen,

My thoughts are sin, they may offend because they are obscene,

Everyday I stroll the yard, my mind on greener pastures,

times are hard, my thoughts are broken, fragments, fractured,

hear the alarm,

Action has me stagnant, hope that's another savage captured,

They think they run the show here,

But they have it backwards, 

The writings on the wall,

you think the Meek inherit something?

They're dying just trying to make a call,

I've seen some die for nothing--

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Carolynn]

This is very expressive of self suffering and worldly pain - very beautifully written. Thanks for sharing :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong words and thoughts in the words.
"The writings on the wall,
you think the Meek inherit something?
They're dying just trying to make a call,
I've seen some die for nothing--"
Hard questions in this poem. I believe the meek and the poor may win. They have less to lose. I have lost many friends to war where no-one won. Last line ring loud and clear for me. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[V]

I can totally relate to the feelings you wrote down. Sometimes it's a curse to be artistic, to bear all those things in mind. I found some great lines in your piece. The imagery you created is expressive. The last line is really good.

[Brad P]

Thank you. I love poetry; love to be able to express myself in an abstract form. It's encouraging when people enjoy my work, and even more so when people relate. Thank you for your comment.