Sentenced To Falling.

In her own incarceration.  
She’s a prisoner of her perception,
She’s a convict of contemplation,
She’s detained by her deductions,
In her own incarceration.  

I absolutely adore the way this poem reads, Lucy, not to mention the chilling but all too true message it conveys.

"My Own Prison"~Creed

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

Bravo, dear poet...?
~Dean ♥~?~♥

WOW!! LUCY!!..... you REALLY brought to the forefront some excellent subject matter with this stellar write!!.....I remember thinking how unique you were when you first joined the Cosmo family...... always the clever and unsuspecting approach to your ideas...... Her own "PRIVATE IDAHO"!!......YES!!.....home run girlfriend..... Love this!!.......PINNED!!......smokin' grooves!!.....smokin' ass grooves!!..... you rock!!.....T xo ???✴❤