Prisoner Poem by Dan Jones

These four walls are all I see,
Trapping my soul, imprisoning me.
So now my life is no longer my own.
I am a prisoner, this is my home.
My mind does wonder to when i was free,
To a time before you enslaved me.
Back when i still believed in love,
And thought it was a gift from above.
But now i know without a doubt,
Thats not what love is all about.
It flows like gold all around,
And slowly hardens without a sound.
Until all you see are walls of stone,
A lifeless bed and sullen tones,
Are calling your name every day,
Constantly talking with nothing to say.
These arguements and fights I cannot bear,
When about me you dont even care.
Some day soon I will run away,
Beyond your control, and there I'll stay.
And you will be the only one left to blame.
Would you then still curse my name?