The Prisoner

by Mark Spencer   Sep 26, 2004

The Prisoner
By Mark Spencer

Here sits the prisoner
Shackled in his cell.
He wrestles with his demons,
In this private hell.

Life was much too tough for him,
And no one understood.
He tried to accept the world,
But knew he never could.

So the prisoner cut himself,
To flee back to the womb.
He thought there would be peace,
Down there in the tomb.

But death was no escape,
He even failed at this.
Saved by those who guard him,
Pulled from the abyss.

Yet failure didn't stop him,
He cut himself once more.
But again death was cheated,
Just like it was before.

The jailers watch him closely,
There's no escape today.
Perhaps he'll try one more time,
When they look away.

But the jailers dearly love him,
They are his family.
They want him to be happy,
And find his destiny.

Yet he stays in his dungeon,
His private tragedy.
Trapped within this prison,
Where he holds the only key.

So here sits the prisoner
Shackled in his cell.
Wrestling with the demons,
Of his private hell.



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  • 13 years ago

    by Rusheena

    I love it. I really like how you can use a character in third person.

  • 13 years ago

    by heather

    This poem is so good it left me absolutely speechless....or wait....i guess typeless in this case. lol. ahhhsum.

  • 13 years ago

    by greeneyed wonderer

    Absolutey incredible,
    i had such troubles trying to put how i was feeling and yet u did it.

  • 13 years ago

    by Veronica

    AMAZING--I absolutely love it! =)

  • 13 years ago

    by XxbekkaxX

    Awsome poem!! creative and wonderful!!! love it!!! 5/5