He Dwells In Her Prison

He Dwells In Her Prison short poem

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With a sense of certainty,
He looked around,
To No one but to himself, as she waited for his response, he said,
“Your mind is a prison.”
For him, it was the best.
It was much better than roaming around
As a free man in this decaying world.
Getting in a wrong prison,
Seemed troublesome.
He wanted to stay.
His mind was exceptional.
She sat calmly, subduing herself
As her inner voice argued;
“He is a man with an exquisite mind
Who ought to dwell in a kingdom
Of the most sheen nature.
And my mind is a mere prison.”
But he would mislead her.
Good words had fallen in love with a sword.
Her lips sealed.

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A squanderer, having no possession to my thoughts, But a Wanderer, finding a place to sustain it all.
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Aloke
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Nice poem. Cadence and diction are good.

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