Prisoner

Through the window,

on a prison wall; the sky

seems to be far.

But, those who are outside,

he wonders,

how free they are?

He stretched his mind,

which was filled with lies,

and silently listened to

his own sound.

Was it worth?

The price that he had paid,

when he stood on

the free ground.

To kill what they love*,

it’s what the world always does,

the prisoner thought,

while gazing his walls.

The gallows, been waiting,

but how to ensure,

that a freeman

delivers his fall!!

 

For how long has he been

suffering,

how long he will stay,

will this pain ever

let him die.

For his love is buried,

beyond the wall of

repentance;

and the lover

silently,

watching the sky.

 

*For each man kills the thing he loves,

yet each man does not die.

– The ballad of reading gaol, Oscar Wilde

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Macxermillio says:

    Guess no man is truly ever free.

    1. Yes, that is true!!

  2. R.S love says:

    Salute!!!! 😊😃

  3. kimelenecarr says:

    I love this! *goosebumps*

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