Treasure Island

Anders Lim


Prison


Handcuffed my past behind the bars
Stabbed my life into prison
Shot my guts back into my conscience
Whipped my mind back into shape
Poisoned my heart with such misdeeds
Jumping from the height of fear
Sentenced my speech beyond my tongue
Hung my pride, fading in every noose

Submitted: Saturday, February 17, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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  • Satisfy MySoul (1/9/2009 2:54:00 AM)

    Wow I'm very impressed. Truth is I dont read poetry really, in fact I'm not a big reader in general and coming here has changed this. I'm enjoying what I'm reading here. It's great. (Report) Reply

  • Jeanette Krantz (2/17/2007 10:06:00 AM)

    Interesting. Nice choice of words. I'm curious....'Poisoned my heart with such misdeeds' and 'Sentenced my speech beyond my tongue' care to comment further on the meaning of this? I'm intrigued. (Report) Reply

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