Prison of Truth

(This is how you lose your youth)

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You started to wonder, how you’ve lost your voice
Was it the day you ceased speaking?
Or was it the day you started repeating,
repeating the chant everyone else is saying

You’ve lost your point of view, honey, it was all you.
You are always ready to bend and mold,
To conform, and nod. To find the truth
From different set of lies laid in front of you.
You always choose whatever it is that can fool you.

For years, you’ve been complaining about your lost freedom,
For twenty-two years you have been living,
Six years spent grieving,
Every persona you wore were lined up in a shelf
Six fucking years, spent building a prison for yourself

The next time rage fill you,
While you clasp and shake and grip the bars that surround you,
Remember this, the only thing that can set you free
Is the very thing that confines you.

4 thoughts on “Prison of Truth”

    1. Well, said. Thank you! But I think I’m still far from being a good poet. Still trying to figure out the flow of words. But thank you. This is encouraging. I hope you have finally break free from your own prison, I am still trying to work things out with my own.

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