\"Captivity\"
I am trapped in a cage of my own making,
A prison of my own design,
It\'s a prison without bars,
A sentence without crime,
A sorrow without end; a heart without rhyme.
I sit and stare at the world beyond,
But I cannot reach it for I am bound.
My days are long and my nights are cold,
My soul is heavy and my heart is old.
My heart yearns for freedom and light,
But my body is held in a vice-like grip.
I am a captive of my own regrets,
My chains are tight and my sorrows set.
I long to break free to fly into the sky,
But my wings are clipped and I cannot fly.
I long to be free to feel the sun\'s warmth,
But my soul is trapped in this dark and lonely storm.
My hope is fading,
As I sit and wait for a freedom that may never come,
I sit and weep as the days pass by,
A captive of my own regrets until the day I die.
I am alone,
In this dark and dreary place,
With nothing but my sorrow,
And the echo of my face.
©® Coker Favour A.