Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
36: Prison House
(Sestets)
This house is a prison to the mind
That has to dwell inside its walls;
I'm trapped inside a hell of every kind
That stalks inside these empty halls
Of ever-changing circumstance,
Divided by the whims of chance.
And so divided must I live,
Divided against my very self
That always yearns to be free to thrive
In harmony with life itself,
But this is not my fate to find
In a world of many ties that bind.
So leave me now and let my die
In the march of the death of days,
Breathing out the resigning sigh
Of my waning breath in my lays.
Only in words shall I survive
To say to the world I was alive!
(To be continued...)
A/N: This poem is yet another exorcise in venting out my frustrations over my life... I guess the only happiness I have in my life is in my poetry... Everything else is shot...
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Challenge Yourself
PoetryGenres: Poetry. Summary: This latest poetry collection will chronicle whatever poetry contest or poetry writing challenge or inspirational moment I undertake. I need to get back into the poetic disposition, and this collection will help me do that...
