Alone

Christina K

Locked up in a room

made up of my sorrows,

I sat and I waited

for each possible tomorrow.

Alone with my thoughts,

and alone with my feelings,

I sat and I waited

and my mind was always screaming.

With nowhere to go,

and nothing to do at all,

I fantasized about my life

outside of those four walls.

I waited for the day

of my glorious release,

and until that day,

I sent my captors constant, aching pleas.

I begged and I pried

to finally be free,

but no one seemed to listen,

and no one seemed to hear me.

For I knew not how long

my captivity would be,

because I never realized

that my captor was me.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2016 14:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • WriteBeLight

    Excellent! What I take from this is we are all our own worst enemy sometimes.👍👍

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    A wonderful poem CHRISTINA with and unexpected sting in the TAIL ! When ever I discuss (with my friends) about escaping abroad to somewhere civilised like SWEDEN ~ They always remind that the first person I will meet when I get off the plane is ME. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN Please check my poems ~ Thanks B

  • Christina8

    Wonderful poem! Sometimes we don't realize what we do to ourselves. Thanks for sharing!

  • Tony36

    Awesome write. Sometimes we get so busy in this world, we fail to see the damage that is caused upon ourselves

    • Christina K

      Thanks, very true

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Silvertulip

        Oh my God! That was amazing.
        Thanks for sharing~silver

      • Miss_me

        Really well written, something I can relate with as well as many others. : )

        • Christina K

          Thanks for the feedback!

        • poetboy123

          Wow! This poem was wonderful and portrayed a brilliant message!

        • SabreLi

          This is truly potent; what an amazing way to portray how our own inhibitions, doubts and fears can hold us back and build the sturdiest of prisons around us. Very well written 😀 xx



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