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My Personal Prison

Updated on March 14, 2014

My Personal Prison

My prison is not a cell,

though it has four walls.

In a lot of ways,

it's worse than hell.

Let alone to rot,

those that said, "I love you"

must have now all forgot.

I'm slowly dying

piece by piece,

it eats me alive,

leaves my soul crying.

I only want to be loved

to be wanted and cherished

but out of the way

I'm always shoved.

My prison has pretty walls

lots of pretty things,

it's a prison none the less,

I'm not wanted in the halls.

So everyday I live a lie

believing in those that say they love me,

but they secretly wish I'd die.

From my prison there's no escape,

No place to go, no place to run

Just my prison cell

Another day in hell about to take shape.

copy write 2014 Ruth McCollum



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  • Sphinxs Sanctum profile image

    Sphinxs Sanctum 3 years ago from Southern United States

    Like I wrote the words myself! Thank-you.

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    Ruth McCollum 3 years ago from Lake Oswego, Oregon

    Thank you so much everyone! You give me confidence to keep writing my poems. Thank you Much Love ~ Rusti

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    Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

    Amazing poetry with a touch of melancholia.

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    truthfornow 3 years ago from New Orleans, LA

    Love it even though there is a sad feel to it. I can relate. Well done.

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    Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

    I'm with Ann...powerful indeed....quite sad....a feeling of helplessness....and I suspect a great many people can relate to this. Well done, Rusti!

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    Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

    Wow! This is powerful. There are many forms of prison without actually being there. It's amazing what people can do to others to make their lives a misery, including just not caring and leaving them to rot in their souls.

    You've portrayed well the sense of despair and being shut in, away in the dark, from everyone and everything that could help.

    Great! Ann