Poet’s
Prison
I
will trap you in the palm of my hand,
Hold
you and never let go no matter
How
much you scream and plead
To be
released from the prison I build
Just
for you, my beautiful, precious thing
Every
day, I will behold your pretty face
And
your eyes that shine like diamonds
I
will hold your soft delicate hands in my own
And
grip them firmly lest you should pull
Away
from me, like you always do
And
forever will you be mine
Mine
But
what’s this? Cruel irony!
You I
possess in body and mind
Yet
in heart and soul you do not
Belong
to me and your spirit, your
Indomitable
spirit has escaped these
Iron
walls and barred windows as if they
Were
nothing more than air and dust
So I
confine you to a page in my journal
Capturing
every detail and memory as you leave
With
words, preserving but an echo
Whilst
outside this cage, you roam free
Free
~Ananya S
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