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.
I've just read the previous three.. like this one the bestest... yes you will always be a Host (of your own mind) ... age may just free it! ! ! ! aroha PS... do something with that spelling immediately I say..
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
you were right..i do like this... excellent writing! ! keep it up!