The Prisoner
Here I reside inside my head where Devil and Demons fear to tread.
My imagination is my sanctuary from a world I do not wish to see.
Sheltered from a setting repugnant to me.
Outside I am invisible, but not here, not in this place.
Here I am relevant in my illusion, my sanctuary, my safe space.
Brick by brick this wall I have built up around me, inside lies my creation, a life as it should be. A beautiful place, people filled with dignity and pride, congregate to celebrate peace side by side.
Children of men are tolerant and giving, have a passion in their heart for a life that's worth living. People are not judged by the colour of their skin but by their morals and compassion of the soul within.
In my world people are free from the chains of oppression, they embrace indifference and never show aggression.
I don't want to see the flaws in humanity, their avarice and selfishness that test my sanity so here I take refuge inside my head, safe in my cell.
This is the place I have chosen to be. In my own prison, holding the key.
Copyright © Wendy Evans | Year Posted 2023
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