My Prison (New poem written this morning. I once was there...)
My Prison Looking around I find myself in a dark dungeon of a prison. I question, "Why am I here? What could be the reason?" Then, I see faces of people who've inflicted my pain and caused my wounds. It must be the fault of each of them, I'm in this dark graven tomb. I've become so angry and bitter,... Sign in to see full entry.