Deleted Member Posted May 26, 2020 Posted May 26, 2020 I sit alone trapped in a prison of my own design, My greatest solace is that it is mine; And yet in this moment I am freer than I’ve ever been. immersed in the beauty of a world of my own creation I’m not lonely, I have found desire In the paradise of my imagination I can do as I please There are no boundaries, no limitations no rules, restrictions, or regulations There is simply a river of ink, a forest of lines A mass of entangled symbols and signs I’m not lonely, I have found freedom I am trapped, but I cannot feel chains I am ensnared by pros and verse Words flow through my veins As though language was a curse I’m enthralled by the stroke of the pen And a rhythm beyond my ken I’m not lonely, I’ve found truth I cannot escape, I do not wish to There is nothing I would rather do This is no cell, rather akin to heaven Than to hell, the pen is my seductress And words my mistress I sit alone in this room This palace of my mind I’m not lonely, I am home I have found my way
Leisa Posted May 27, 2020 Posted May 27, 2020 You have a melodious way of expression that I throughly enjoyed reading. Keep writing.
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