The Prisoner

These walls block off the horizon,

Daunting, as their impregnability looms, encircling their sole occupant,

Boxed in, escape was an unfeasible option,

Relinquishing all his volition, he surrenders himself to fate,

He does as he's told, devoid of any visible sentiment,

Filled only with trivial desires, he remains an insignificant existence,

Wishing, not wanting,

Seperated from the world, a window glass provides a hint of salvation,

A glimmer of hope to bring light into darkness,

A silhouette saunters in the distance,

Muddled by the creeping paranoia,

Imprisoned in his own sanctuary,

The thorny vines of his paradise ensnare him,

A prisoner in his own world.




Still mediocre. AHH! :(