Living in a Prison

There is barbed wire

around my heart;

I am caught in the twists

of a fenced in world.

The cells are big enough

to contain my body

but not to hold my spirit

that has since left me.

The guards scream in

my ears until they bleed;

they confine me to

thoughts of inadequacy.

They think I’ll try to escape

and that is my desire

because they punish me

for crimes I did not commit.  

While I remain locked up,

my soul managed to flee

to a place where it could

roam free from oppression.

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