I am a prisoner,
without being confined.
I am a hostage,
Within my own mind.
No walls or wires,
No bricks to detain.
No bars or cuffs,
But still I'm in chains.
Thoughts of you,
Grip me tight.
Throughout the day,
Throughout the night.
I'm in solitary,
Alone as I wonder,
This punishment
I'm under.
You're not my punisher,
But rather my light.
Am I wrong,
Or am I right?
Are you my letter?
My glimpse of home?
Or just a dream,
Inside this dome?
I'm being held captive,
Inside my head.
My mind is racing,
But heavy as lead.
I wait for my freedom.
It's fleeting at best.
Only when you're near,
Is this prison at rest.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
I am a prisoner,
without being confined.
I am a hostage,
Within my own mind.
No walls or wires,
No bricks to detain.
No bars or cuffs,
But still I'm in chains.
Thoughts of you,
Grip me tight.
Throughout the day,
Throughout the night.
I'm in solitary,
Alone as I wonder,
This punishment
I'm under.
You're not my punisher,
But rather my light.
Am I wrong,
Or am I right?
Are you my letter?
My glimpse of home?
Or just a dream,
Inside this dome?
I'm being held captive,
Inside my head.
My mind is racing,
But heavy as lead.
I wait for my freedom.
It's fleeting at best.
Only when you're near,
Is this prison at rest.