This free will I chose to confine.
A hunger I wish to bind.
Thoughts of a love I cannot define.
It's a life Idare not decline.
I'm a hostage of my own mind.
I'ts a loneliness I do not let shine.
Layers of pain wich no escape can I find.
A long road that does not wind.
A chain of reasons for death that turn blind.
I'm a hostage of my own mind.
Life is a prison. So why do you look for freedom. I love prison, because freedom makes me a God. So I became slave on my own. Thanks dear friend 04me
Freedom of the mind is hard at times to overcome. Wanting to find that release that your mind has on you is sometimes more difficult.. Very good poem..
this is one of my favorite poems I composed...wish I could create more
dam i love this poem, it describes how iv felt so many times befor =D this has to be a 10
that's what we call the snarl of 'maya' in hindu philosaphy...
Wow this is really a great poem. I understand what you mean. Feeling like your lost in your own mind.
WOW! i love dis one! i dnt know whi but i love it! GREAT piece of work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
curiosity has not yet killed this cat...and I know you know what I mean