Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem: "The Prisoner" (First Draft)

We are not equal, you and I.
You lowered yourself beyond return.
As free as you seem, you are not,
Because you are my prisoner.

You are on a leash, unbroken
By your mad dashes for freedom.
You cannot see it, but it's there--
In the back of your mind, I think,

You know I will not release you.
Your every step is weighed down
Because the locusts are within,
Eating you until, but a husk,

You fall to your knees and confess.
The chains of the mind are hardened;
Sooner than you know, you've fallen
To the mercy of your own soul.

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