Imprisoned
I am trapped inside the prison in my mind,
to which my thoughts are the gaurds keeping and eye on me,
my life is the Inmate that is telling me to "stay put" &
my heart the inmate encouraging me to escape.
my friends and family are the outsider that do not
understand that they are visiting me, they do not understand
that there is a wall between us. My conversations with them are
phone calls that only last so long where they can hear the "happiness"
In my voice, but can't see the sadness on my face.
"I think I can leave now" I tell myself
i walk toward the door, open it and walk out,
i get a small taste of freedom. I am happy.
then life screams for me to come to come back,
while heart cheers for me, & thoughts take notice &
agonizingly throw me back to my cell.
The prison is called "depression", it is almost impossible to escape
& when you get out it's easy to get yourself thrown back in.
Will I ever get out? I ask myself. I will try again someday
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Beautiful, is the word I use to describe this when it leaves me speechless. The juxtaposition here is so true it is like being a prisoner! I'm glad I read, write on beautiful ??✒
Curious
Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like it. ???
I'm actually speechless...
I mean the only thing I can say is that this poem describes my life to a T. I can't say from experience that things'll get better, but I can say from a place of hope and faith that it surely will.
That being said I must say the skill it took to write this is immense and I congratulate you on putting your heart and soul into this beautifully written piece. Please keep on writing!
Never
Thank you so much, I don't really know what to say, I'm really glad you liked my poem, I'm happy for the most part but sometimes I feel like life is trying to drag me down and I have days where life just sucks so I write a poem and normally it helps
Yeah, that's the funny thing about life. You can be happy and feel so free, but life'll pull the rug right out from under you or you can feel trapped and cornered, but life'll hug you and assure you. Sometimes it's best to roll with the punches, but sometimes you gotta punch back... In other words, if you go from a great to a crap one just remember that the next day can be better, that whatever pain you're feeling will never be permanent, that no matter how lost and lonely you may be feeling there is ALWAYS a light at the end of the tunnel. Writing poetry is possibly, if not then THE best thing you can do to feel better.
Yea, or writing in general. It really helps me clear my mind