Imprisonment

by Krista   May 30, 2009


Pleading with the one freedom they left me,
my voice carries throughout the hallways.
I want to be set free.

Caged behind cold, metal, unforgiving bars,
keeping me in from a society I could harm.
I have nobody left, please..

The three walls of my cell are cluttered.
Posters, letters, pictures; all fragments,
pieces of my imagination.

Here I stand, pleading all I have left,
a lonely cigarette, burning in hand,
my cries resounding throughout.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Rusheena

    Great poem, I love the dark and cold mood as well the free verse and the metaphors.

  • 14 years ago

    by SheenaMarie

    Amazing write...the imagery is superb 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by KemistryKia

    I wanted to sing freedom...loved it

  • 14 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    I loved this poem.. how it expressed so well what it must mean to be imprisioned.. and how it must feel. You made it so real! I thought it was sad.. and could just imagine the prisoner and their anguish of soul.. with their feeling of helplessness to change what has become them. Superbly written.

    Take care,
    Olwin

  • 14 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    The three walls of my cell are cluttered.
    Posters, letters, pictures; all fragments,
    pieces of my imagination.

    *I love this stanza. I feel like you just described my room. I love how raw this poem is. Most people always talk about style and flow, I thought this poem was perfect without both. You let your emotions speak here and that's all that matters. Very nice work my friend. Nik*

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