We all have a personal prison
Some soar to the sky
With smooth high walls
Try as we may,
Will never be breached.
Others have no walls
The view goes on forever
Happy in our confinement
Letting the world come visit.
There are jails of the mind
A noose strangling and constricting
The flow of blood, oxygen.
Stagnant, rigid in our status quo.
A parole never comes.
I have seen a penitentiary
Of flesh and bones.
The body can imprison
Leaving no escape.
A key hidden away years ago
The hiding place long forgotten.
We choose our prison
Decorate our cell
Complain or not,
Always marking the passing days
On the wall of our soul.