Prison of Tin
You turnt me away
you pushed me down
you always bossed me around
I wasn't allowed freedom
Til the day I escaped
I jumped off of the cliff side and into the waves...
I plummeted through darkness
away from gods divine embrace
Time has no meaning
life is just a waste
is this what it's like to have freedom
wasting my days away
the days without sunlight
The nights without dreams
I know how dire this might seem
I looked into the darkness
And grabbed the sharpest knife
I stabbed myself once
I stabbed myself twice
for I was the darkness
The enemy of grace
But now that I am away
Freedom is here to stay
no person will pray
For me to return
He built the prison
I kept myself in
only if I realize it was made. Out of tin
I now lay on the floor
Blood all around me
I rise towards the light
To gods divine embrace
I am free of this earth
I'm free of the shackles
I look down from heaven
On the life I left behind
now only if they could read this rhyme
Only if you could see,
The beautiful things that could be,
But all is gone
All is too late.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.