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This Prison Cell

I’m locked in this prison cell

As a victim of my own mind,

A prisoner to my own thoughts,

And stricken by my own past.

 

All I can do is sit here

And watch the world unfold around me

From this prison cell of my own mind.

 

It always kills me to think of

All I’ve done

All I haven’t done

…All I’ve done

 

I like to think I’m not like the stereotypical guys

But maybe I’m one of them too.

Victim to my own ***

A prisoner to the stereotypes…

Stricken by testosterone habits.

 

I wish I hadn’t done

The things that I’ve done

But the past has already passed

With no way of fixing.

 

So instead I’m stuck here,

In this prison cell I call a brain

As a victim of my own mind,

A prisoner to my own thoughts

Stricken by my own past

 

 

January 30, 2012

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Written by
ben-dubois
American
Published
Feb 19, 2012
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26·150
Notes

The 11th of 12 poems about my relationship frustrations. If you've read any of the other poems previous to this one then this poem is pretty self explanatory. If not, this one is just about how my past constantly comes back to haunt me.

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