Once windows, now bars.
Once doors, now gates.
Once media, now guards.

Once happy, now confused.
Once loved, now alone.
Once free, now trapped.

A prisoner in my own home.

I'm caught up and being kept
In this web of poetry
And with that being said
The spider has its eye on me

Draining me of my life's blood
One rhyming line at a time
Where it can't seem to get enough
Leaving cobweb corners in my mind

Through all the struggle and the strife
That I find inside the rhyme
The more I fight the less I'm free
Tangled in this web of poetry

goodbye, my soul

I'll see you again
when I stop lying
to myself

when the reflection
in my mirror
looks beautiful to me

when I am kinder
to myself

and when I finally
stop writing poems
like this

is sorry really hard to say
this little word a breath away
apologise and except the blame
it isnt hard and there is no shame

a word to use to make amends
to your self and all your friends
its such an easy thing to do
just a word that comes from you.