Maria Sharon Moemise

Veteran Poet - 1,827 Points (17 November 1965 / Randfontein)

Prisoner - Poem by Maria Sharon Moemise

Sharon Maria Moemise
I long for the freedom of the landscape
Where I can allow myself to escape
When the walls are closing in on me
And Hell seems the right place to be.

I reach out to touch the untouchable
I dream of reaching the impossible
I count the sand grains through the hour-glass
Knowing my fate will soon come to pass.

Helpless, hands tied behind my back
No amount of fighting will allow the chains to slack
I beg for reprieve, for a just one chance of freedom
For on last attempt to seek God's wisdom

I open the gates of the past to catch up
Allowing old pain, hurt and regrets to fill my cup
Holding on to memories of days gone by
While I beseech my soul in vain, to not cry

My mind is strong though my willpower weak
I lived a sunny dream with a future so bleak
I'm trapped in a cell with bars of a strange kind
I'm locked up for life, a prisoner of my own mind.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Prisoner by Maria Sharon Moemise

  • Fabrizio Frosini (10/25/2015 4:11:00 PM)

    ''a prisoner of my own mind.''

    I can relate..
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 25, 2015

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