I am taken prisoner again
A hostage to the clutches of another
Shackled and bound, a bird
Snatched from the air and jailed
My freedom keeps running
Flying, floating away
A balloon who’s string is no longer held
I reach for it, yet it slips beyond my grasp
I am at the mercy of another
Compassion and mercy it knows not
Hate is unleashed upon me
Anger, laced with fear, unknown
Everywhere I turn, I find a wall
Solid and impermeable
I am trapped in this fortress
This place that was once safe
Control is taken from my being
It becomes lost in this prison
No longer am I able
To do what is mine to do
My decisions are made by another
My life is in another’s hands
Left no longer to think on my own
No longer to defend myself
Mine is no more my own
Myself dissolves into a deep and vast abyss
Nothing is left where I stood
There, another stands
This other is not myself
Yet it lives myself for me
Taking over, a slave to its will
I can distinguish what is mine no more
No greater fear have I felt
Than that of no control
Completely dependant, at the mercy of another
Self, striped of self
I am a captive to this
This place of no relief
Sentenced to do as it commands
Consumed by an endless fear
How can one escape from this
This hostage of oneself
This icy grip of control, of power
Where one is left without hope
There is no way out
No escape from this clutch
This chain I am bound by
Is not one to be severed
I shall perish as a captive
A child wrought from her mother’s arms
Taken for service of another
Disposed when of use no longer
I plead with this, this power, this control
To do me no more harm if I obey
My pleas fall upon deaf ears
The chains that bind are tightened
I look to others for aid
Desperately I call out for help
Forced silent, I make my pleas seen
Yet others cannot draw their meaning
No, this is my battle to be fought
This fight is only won by me
Others can light the way
Yet I need be the one to draw the sword
When something has consumed oneself
How does one defeat it
For, to kill what has control
Would it not kill that of which it controls?
This evil has consumed me
I no longer have power over it
And yet, the sword lies in my hands
Control braced by no control
I am a prisoner
A hostage of another
A slave to the other’s will
I no longer know myself
This place has become my cell
A cage, a prison; soon a grave
Freedom exists not in here, and neither is hope retained
Fate becomes death, the only freedom left to attain
The other moves in on me
To take from me the one thing left which I possess
Reaching to steal my last thought
The only thing left to hold
The walls close in
These thoughts are no more my own
Captive until death
I am prisoner of my mind
Author notes
Life as lived today, yet tomorrow reamins unwritten...the sword, still in my hands
Please tell me what you think
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this is awsome
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Wow this is a very deep poem...I love it!
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A piece which reveals the sentence of the self imprisonment and the reader feels the torment as the building of the self falters on it's foundations,the title is strong and apt,I hope to read a piece of yours one day detailing how a negotiator helped with this hostage situation ( ie friend/counsellor) and talked the prisoner to point of action plan & escape and ease of mind.Many blessings,Yvette
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this poem is very deep you must be emo
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Sad...and awful...one must dig so deep within themselves to bring ones mind awake and aware to release yourself from this grip...this poem is so full of emotion..reaching out...but does not really where it reaches...I think we all feel this in our life one way or another...but as I said..dig deep..and get out..thanks for sharing
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prisoner of my mind...that's great. I bleieve that is a theme we will all recognise...I've certainly been a prisoner of my own once or twice...well done
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DEEP! I love it!
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Ummm, that was long. But wow. I mean uh, yeah wow. I usually say something a little better than that, but I really haven't much to say. Because of it's epic length it was a little hard to keep focus on the whole poem in it's entirty. It blew my mind and has left me speechless though.
Thank you for sharing.
Pen from the heart and you shall never write wrong.
~SongByrd
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Amazed
This is by far the stongest and most amazing write I have had the pleasure of reading.
Sending my angels of mercy to assist you in your fight
may they always be with you protecting you as you continue this fight..
Stay strong
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Unbelievable. That is all I can say. Unbelievable. Three killer bunnies to protect you.
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