Poetry: Prison Break

PRISON BREAK

A prisoner I am

Captured by my own mind

Bondaged by my own thoughts

Tortured by the actions of my own decisions

Freedom I seek

To be free from guilt bonding me

Free from curses I find myself

To be acquited from my sinful acts

Mistakes I made keeps haunting my thoughts

I feel enchanted by the spells of darkness

Fear and terror continuously sprouts up in me

These dreadful memories I wish to discard

Just as drought and heat takes away melted snow

Oh Cupid angel please erase my sins and guide my paths

Obedience in me is now rarely valued as a virtue

Disobedient and rebellion becomes a norm

when shall I break free from my prison of badness

That day my voice shall be heard far beyond the sea

As a society breaking free from it's prison of crime

Only then will I say a rhyme

A rhyme to seal my name in history as a country free from crime

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