Imprisoned Poem by Ananiya Alick Ponje

As you besiege me within your world
That I may be freed my heart yearns.
Yet as you grant me that freedom,
The passion that I remain there consumes my soul;
For in nothing else I find solace but your world,
Which you deny me a chance that I partake of;
Whereas even after one thousand days later.
I may return to be tormented again;
Yet with hope I feel it’s where I belong.

Free me, free my soul, and free me,
That maybe elsewhere I may find love;
As from you pain shadows my life;
Yet that we should be together I long for,
Even if you love red and I love blue.
But even they that make a perfect match
Had to be different that they be perfect.
Thus your heart should disperse the argument
Of our differences; as though man and woman
Should be identical for a perfect match.
I scorn your point for my heart knows
That you and me will forever be different;
For your kind will never be my kind;
And nature’s rule cannot be reversed.