Prisoner

Bottled up and shaken hard
Put in a box with a card
Locked away and buried deep
Those feelings are for me to keep

No one relates to me anymore 
My mind is furthest from a bore
Twisting reality is quite unique
They say I am a creepy freak

Murky answers dumped in a pile
Integrity and motives left on trial
No where to hide, no tiny space
Thoughts destroy every place 

Dark demons occupy my mind 
They keep me in quite a bind
Tormenting me with each evil word
What is said is clearly heard

I know they’re right with what they say 
There’s no point left to try and pray 
No one will save someone like me
Accepting now that I cannot flee
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Reese Avatar
May 20, 2022 at 6:46 AM
This poem I think is quite well done though I don't really understand verse 2 line 2. This poem has me thinking you feel there is no hope. There is hope though in our Lord and Saviour Jesus if you will trust in Him. Many of my poems talk about this blessed hope. Perhaps you might want to peruse my collection of poems.
Duffy Avatar
May 27, 2022 at 7:19 AM
Thank you for your feedback. Line 2 verse 2 is basically saying “Ithink too much”. That I’m so preoccupied with my own thoughts and kind of lost/stuck there. I know my poems are usually very dark and dismal but it is just an outlet. Once it’s out in poetry it vanishes from me and then hope is restored. Such an amazing release writing can be. I’m actually a very optimistic person. Probably too much so as I find myself constantly surprised by things people do and the way things can turn out. Appreciate your thoughts a lot. Thank you so much.
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