Free Me From Your Prison Poem by Medusa Waves

Free me from your prison, deadly vacant are they-
Can it be Ive lived in it all my life, born into my own prison
My own thoughts infest my heart, and tenderly it surrenders
Weak, but pure-my heart surrendered at the grasp of my thoughts
Hoping, perhaps, dreaming of a better world where I can be free
Nothing is as free-or as safe as death. Beneath the bedrock where all the ruined lay
Laying-motionless, yet moving in the orbs of their souls-
Vacant bodies hold the pain and terror that mold with the forgiving earth
Free, the souls, can leave the prison that the body was-and finally feel what life is
My body houses all the troubles of the world, with my mind its ruler, and
My soul imprisoned.