Prisoner.
Locked in.
Always more out there
than you imagine.
Not strong.
Not fair.
Stepping out past the line
where you are aware.
Some days
I know
it gets harder to make
all the machines go.
Slipping that stranglehold
gets harder
the longer you stay in it.
The world
gets darker
by the minute.
You know
the possibilities
are infinite,
but you’ll hate something
so much
you’ll turn into it.
Cell of your
own making.
Hell of your
own life.
Currently undertaking
a sentence of all time.
Wrapped up in the coils
of a serpent
in your mind.
Breaking free
will be
you,
opening your eyes.
Used to
believe
it doesn’t need to be this way.
But it does
for you.
You’ve got to learn to escape.
Break free
of those chains
and claim
your own emancipation.
Then,
and only then,
can you free them.
The game
of saving others
always
starts
with you.
DJR – 2023
Thank you David for sharing your amazing poetry. I am growing older. I hope I gain my grandfather wisdom and my father strength. I enjoyed the poetry.
Thank you. Your words mean a lot. 🙏