My Life

The Prison I Live In

RANDY DEABAY
So much turmoil, so many struggles
When will this end, the innermost battle
The agony of the heart, the battle of the mind
Scratching, digging to find the true daylight
The intensity, and desire will surely double
The ride of life means to get back in the saddle
The need to live again is such a needed find
The pain, the agony, the strife is all that I find
My mind runs so fast, but ends up nowhere
My heart beats faster, but knows only fear
The world outside moves forward, without a clue
I want to scream to the world, but that I cannot do
The loneliness that is left is more than I have known
The seasons changes, and the sun rises, while the rain drops
My life goes on, fear, and agony, so does my tears drop
In this world built for only one, with no door to walk out
Where is a window out of my soul, where is an opening to allow me to shout
This prison, I call hell, is but a moment in time
I have the key, but will it open my soul to shine?
This is a life, one not chosen, but given
This is a life, which I never chose, but live in.

Published by RANDY DEABAY

From Maine. Write as a past time. Enjoy poetry and short stories.  View profile

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