The Prisoner

 

When you’ve lived inside of your prison

Long enough to stop heeding the calls

You grow deaf to the promises

You once made to yourself

While you keep fortifying your walls

 

Skulk ghostly through midnight shadows

Among black roses that lay fast asleep

Blooming in memory albums

Where the scent fades

Over the time that you alone keep

 

Here you dwell upon spent aspirations

Once sure you could reach for a star

That hope was replaced

With surviving lost faith

As the bridges you’ve burnt burned too far

 

All scattered those waste of time wishes

In motion too quick to be caught

And you sold yourself short

On the value of light

Just to hide from the life that you bought

 

Now your ways are all distorted mirrors

Your curtains are dark and they’re drawn

Moving further inside

As the days close their doors

Each and every one…….

 

                                     …….One by one…….

 

                                                                   ..…..Gone

 

 

                                                                                                          s. paul (Feb. 2020)