Pandora’s Box
You are a prisoner of your own mind,
Chained within a cell,
That binds your thoughts,
And conceals your head.
Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed,
Your mind lacks the fortitude,
It needs to be left in.
You speak without pride.
Without light, without voice.
Your words lack connotation,
The way your mind lacks grace.
In sorrow, in numb,
You are all you did not want.
So, you remain in your bed,
In your cell,
In your mind-
Your prison keeps you safe,
Or does it keep you confined?
From the world, you could change,
And the art you could make.
Is your prison a cell that you can’t escape?
Or your mind, a Pandora box one can’t contain.
Copyright © poorna sriram | Year Posted 2025
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