Waste Basket

Prison Walls- Poem

Black bars, cold as stone,

Off on an island, all alone.

Grief rules, an iron grip

Piercing our hearts, causing a rip.

It’s a dark place, it always rains,

Doing nothing to help soothe the pain.

The pain of loss, the pain of sorrow,

Never ceasing, still there tomorrow.

You can’t escape, everyone’s tried.

It would basically be suicide.

The walls are sealed in,

All you can do is force a grin.

We’re sick of crying,

Tired of trying,

Yes we’re smiling,

But inside we’re dying.

This depression rules all,

Even the strongest fall,

It’s a jail, you see

And one of the prisoners, is me. 

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Exceptionally dark poem I just wrote on depression and loss. I was going to submit it for a contest in school, but I don't want them thinking I'm some loony person. So you guys get to think I'm some loony person, hooray!