Existenesial Musings



1. Alone

Once again trapped in that prison,

Somehow seen as liberating,

When I have solitary confinement, 

Let out at times to taste freedom,

To feel their words hit me like a cool breeze,

But the Jailer always comes,

To put me back in that cell,

The walls seem a little closer.


I have the key,

It's cold metal digging into my palm,

I can see the lock staring at me,

But as I reach for it my energy saps,

Only the Jailer can open that door.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...