I live my life inside a jail,
with walls unseen by all.
Receding steps to bottomless depths,
forever I feel I fall.
The fall don't hurt its when you land,
Ive been told by many.
But forever to fall,
is forever to fear.
With no end in sight,
not any.
The truth I live is hard to take,
if you knew you would agree.
I'm in disguise I hide myself,
myself must hide from me.
The truth however does not change,
it cant be controlled like fate.
But it can be denied,
to find comfort in lies,
for a fate thats more pleasant to take.
I guess we all have walls of some sort...prisons of our own making perhaps... I'm all in favour of happy endings...even if they are only in dreams. Nicely done! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have such a deep poem that only....my soul can see...beyond human.... imagination... a very good one...ten for you... thank you