I am a prisoner


I am surrounded by thorny branches

As I sit and look into the empty space above me

And meet with sad eyes that stare death back me

Fear fill up inside of me

My heart beats fast

I Can’t┬ábreathe

I want to vanish

Darkness filled with hate and revenge surrounds me

Sweat drips down my back like running water

As look into a dull future ahead of me

The taste of sour and bitterness take hold of me

My life is but a pile of shattered glass

I have become handicapped too young

Will I ever rebuild it?

Will it ever be beautiful again?

Categories Poetry

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