Your Prision

by

Mark Ian Martin

We all think a prison
is a place with bars
a thick dark place
that has no stars

A place that is cold
that gives no light
brings us fears
when we sleep at night

We look outside
look to the sun
watching the normal people
having the fun

Laughing and happy
eyes glisten with dew
smiling yourself
wishing it was you

Blinking your eyes
your back in the cell
feelings so blue
coming from hell

Wishing and wanting
some piece of mind
to give back to others
to show that your kind

You think it's not easy
feelings locked in
giving to others
sounds pretty grim

Remember that cell
well it's not up on mars
they are your eyes, you see through
not out those bars

The prisons inside you
be free, when you feel
the love for yourself
and a Continence of steel

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