The Prisoner (a poem by me)

 

The Prisoner

I have walked into my prison,

A cage with no bars. No holes,

The door shuts behind me. My wardens stand before me,

They come bearing smiles and food and comfort,

It is a trick to keep me here, and yet

I have chosen my prison,

It is a warm and comforting cage,

Where no hands will harm me, no fiends will fight me,

I lay the days away, dreaming of what I will do when I

I cannot leave my prison,

My cries for freedom are unheard,

I leave, but the wardens find me,

They drag me back to the cage,

They laugh and toy with me,

Where once I may have been king

Now I am only a fool.

I am a prisoner,

And I surrendered freedom for gluttony.