December 29, 2017
I realize that with you
I was a prisoner in my own mind
You took my will
My goals
And my ambitions
You were the warden
The warden of my actions
The holding cell of my happiness
Little did I know
I was the only prisoner
Shut off from the outside world
And all forms of communications
And just like a prison sentence
They all must come to an end
And just like that my time was done
I was done with you
And all the little things you do
I was once imprisoned but now I'm free.
-Chrae Hutchens-
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PoetryA book full of poetry. (If you would like me to add one of your poems contact me with your name and poem.)
