S.. A.B.

Prisoner

With just cigarettes as my crutch
I feel like I'm going nuts
Many sleepless nights
And now I know I'm losing my fight

You say I seem fine
You think I'm so strong,
Looking deeper inside
You've never been so wrong

Texting your phone
In a crowded place
I'm feeling so alone
Needing my space

All the things you've taught me
I've learnt
All the things you gave me
I've burnt

Every picture of you and me
I've ripped to shreds
Because pictures tell a story
That I'm trying to forget.

Despite the pain
There's so much to say
But every time I speak
I push you further away

I remember your whispers
You gave me hope
The only one who believed in me
When I really needed you most

You're the one and only
I've let into my sacred world
A prisoner
Tied within my own soul

But just like a candle
Our flame flickers and dies
I couldn't handle
Having to hide our lie.

Erasing memories is far from easy
Wishing you back and wanting you more
You made me so happy
But..
I let you go.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 24, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Prisoner by S.. A.B.

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?