Prisoner

Prisoner short poem

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I sabotage my happiness
with every chance I get
I wallow in my sadness
my fears and my regrets

I beg for love to claim me
but I am fearful of its strenght
I stop to smell the flowers
but soon forget their scent

I ache for new adventure
but make no move to progress
I dream of all that could be
but I am un-inspired yet

I have made myself a prisoner
in a cell that’s dull and bleak
I view the world through Iron bars
as I sit and rot and weep

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I am twenty years young from Ireland, I write to express and to say the things I could never make audible. I have little academic knowledge of poetry but I'm okay with that! I live to gaze at stars and question everything, my ultimate dream is to reset the factory settings of humanity...
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