Poetry

Prison Guard

written by: hisquietchild

The poor eternal cluster
of shattered dreams repressed
give way to the mournful sinner
who serves its piteous guest.

Denying the power of freedom,
denying the power within,
denying the will of the Master,
staying trapped in the wheel of her sin.

Dreaming of glorious freedom
and joyful familial displays,
she beats the dream down with her pity,
enforcing her defeating ways.

Like a dog at the bid of a master,
enacting the habit so well,
she takes the key to her prison,
locking the door to her very own cell.

Blinded by needs of affection,
her guide is only her will.
That will beaten down by affliction,
has left her life spinning but still.

Her cell has no walls to keep her,
but she sees them solid and firm.
Even her sleep has turned its back,
leaving her at night to toss and squirm.

As she ages in this prison,
her hopeful outlook fades.
Speaking only what seems real,
her countenance cascades.

When light shines through a crack,
she says it's only a dream.
Fixing the crack with her pity,
she covers and smoothes the seam.

She says no light can shine here.
No hope will enter through;
by not allowing it to happen,
she's making it come true.

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