Prison of Tin

You turnt me away
you pushed me down 
you always bossed me around
 
I wasn't allowed freedom 
Til the day I escaped 
I jumped off of the cliff side and into the waves...
I plummeted through darkness 
away from gods divine embrace
 
Time has no meaning 
life is just a waste 
is this what it's like to have freedom 
wasting my days away 
 
the days without sunlight 
The nights without dreams 
I know how dire this might seem 
 
I looked into the darkness
And grabbed the sharpest knife 
I stabbed myself once 
I stabbed myself twice 
for I was the darkness 
The enemy of grace
 
But now that I am away
Freedom is here to stay 
no person will pray
For me to return 
 
He built the prison 
I kept myself in 
only if I realize it was made. Out of tin 
 
I now lay on the floor 
Blood all around me 
I rise towards the light 
To gods divine embrace 
I am free of this earth 
I'm free of the shackles 
 
I look down from heaven 
On the life I left behind 
now only if they could read this rhyme 
 
Only if you could see,
The beautiful things that could be,
But all is gone 
All is too late.
 
 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741