They Come Out From The Prison Of Mind. Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Why people live inside the walls of their own creation,
does any prison exist in their own mental damnation.
Or they prefer the bars of doubt tied by the chains of fear,
How doe it looks like and why they remain trapped inside?

Some of these thoughts are like shackles that weigh me down,
as I roam this penitentiary to find some answers.
I return empty handed since they have a guard on watch,
It mock and taunt their sanity.

I hear throught the walls that echoes their inner screams,
As they struggle to break free from their dream.
But the more they fight, they realise tightening of the grip,
Is it a never-ending cycle which they can't seem to skip.

But amidst their chaos I see a glimmer of hope,
A ray of light slipping in their darkened slope.
As they run to look for the key to open their door,
They see the path of the door leads through their mind.

With each step they break the chains,
as they leave this prison and their mind now reigns.
They are no longer a captive,
And they walk free from this mental grave.