I sit enclosed in my prison cell,
Days passing me by in a blur,
Have I lived here for months or years?
Of that I can't say for sure.
Time is twisted up in knots,
Tangled in a crooked maze,
With no clock to keep tabs on it,
The hours are pulled a thousand ways.
These walls seem like they are closing in,
Carefully shifting and changing shape,
I look for a way out of this hell,
But these bars carry no escape.
My prison bears no windows,
It's doors of steel stand strong,
Fear is tearing down my spirit,
I've been here far too long.
I'm held captive in this place,
A hostage to circumstance,
Frozen by broken regret,
I'm trapped in some awful trance.
I act like a puppet, I'm a slave,
To my residual anger and pain,
Instead of me, my emotions are,
Controlling the strings inside of my brain.
I don't understand why I am still bound,
To the cage, my heart resides in,
Each moment I try to free myself,
I am kept back down by sin.
I am shackled to my suffering,
And these bonds are too hard to break,
The cuffs I wear are cast from sorrow,
And the chains forged from heartache.
I'm imprisoned in my own weakness,
A jail of my imaginative design,
I gaze at my reflection,
I honestly can't believe it's mine.
When will I unlock the exit,
So I can open the door finally?
Maybe when I come to realize,
That i am the one who holds the key.
I wrote this on 9/22/17
Feedback is welcomed.
