Prisoner-Part 1

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


how long he will stay,

will this pain ever

let him die.

For his love is buried,

beyond the wall of


and the lover


watching the sky.


To be continued…….



*For each man kills the thing he loves,

yet each man does not die.

– The ballad of reading gaol, Oscar Wilde




7 thoughts on “Prisoner-Part 1

  1. “Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word, the coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword…” I do love Oscar Wilde!!!❤❤ and I love your poem too😊 … looking out for part 2!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s