Her room was decorated with ten mighty chanderliers, a bed fit for a king and queen, soft plush velvet rugs, feather pillows and everything else one could ever wish for.
What people prayed for she had in abundance, her abode every man's fairytale dream.
Her expensive prison held her two wardens, the walls in her room decorated not with paintings or pictures but her daily routines that have stayed the same for years.
Often times, the helps had begged to leave, because they hated it, they were sick of it, the place that held her captive.
Lots of love💞💞,
Jummie.
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Expensive prison By Jummie_white
PoetryAnything could be a prison , it doesn't have to be the usual bars and chains but to me, anything that holds one captive is a prison. Do not love the things of the world for everything is vanity for it is all vain. Just like this poem says; "Do not...
