I was once accused
Of something I abused.
Since then, the worries took me prisoner
With a statement for life and after.
They feed me of distractions,
Where all my hopes dance
And the joyous fragrance,
Lingers from the blossoms.
For me not to get addicted
To all the hopes and joys
For a while the worries enjoy
And soon take me captive again.
Announced for life and after
For I am just a prisoner to them.
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Prisoner
PoetryWe are all prisoners, held captive by the bars of worries. We are in and out and in again. What are we accused of ? The answer is plain. We stay there by choice !
