Glass Prison Poem by Devin Lasker

Glass Prison

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My voice was stolen,
no better yet caged.
In a prison cell made of empty bottles
the content consumed in hopes of relief.

Relief from your own cell
made from your father's bottles
as he sought shelter from his
an endless cycle of unknown origin
a black hole in the form of addiction

Addiction to anything that would make us numb
to forget feelings built from torment.
For emotions are nothing but chains,
binding us to a bi-polar reality.

One moment you are son.
embodiment of pride and joy,
A being of infinite potential.
The next you are sin.
A vessel of every fault,
the weaknesses that lead to corruption.

But soon corrupted hands try and mold an untarnished soul.
Believing force will guide the young towards salvation,
not seeing that with every forceful touch this soul becomes darker
until it is a carbon copy of the one that molded it,
thus keeping the cycle going.

So it is that this cycle comes to me,
for I am son and I am sin
stuck stead fast in a glass prison
thinking there is no way out
blind to the rock that rests in my hand.

Sunday, October 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,cycle ,family,life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 04 October 2015

Glass prison is a very amazing and thought provoking poem shared really. Wiser to recover from addiction....10

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Devin Lasker 04 October 2015

Thank you so much! I really appreciate your comment and glad you found it provoking!

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