Invisible Bars

You don’t need bars to make a prison,
You just need an angry mind
That blows out of all proportion
All the evidence it finds;
So you think that people hate you,
And you think that you’re no good,
And you think you haven’t done the things
You think you know you should.
The toxins such a mind secretes
Will paralyse you fast,
And see you stuck within the walls
Of an uncertain past.
To contemplate the future
Or embrace the world outside
Is too big a task to contemplate;
You cower and you hide.
Your house walls form a prison,
With no bars, no lock, no key.
The most secure jail bars of all?
The fear of being free.

daily poem #844

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3 Responses to Invisible Bars

  1. Yu/stan/kema says:

    Outstanding, Pooky!

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  2. jfb57 says:

    Using the definition of prison as not free, this has made me think about the prisons I put myself in. Like the prison of baggy clothes because I’m too fat or not going out for fear of someone you know seeing you.
    If only I could capture the picture of those bars when they are open I could pin them to my wall for when they clang shut againxx

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  3. Lori Carlson says:

    Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
    A powerful poem that speaks volumes of truth!
    Comments are disabled, please visit Pooky’s blog and leave her a comment.

    Liked by 1 person

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