Prison of her own


There is a chair in that place
Everyday there sits a girl
with her gazed eyes
She looks at the garden
full of life but yet so dead
She's not on the bottom and not on the top
She's not in heaven and not in hell

There is a place
where a girl is trapped
freedome is close but yet so far
She know's she can grab it
but then the freedome stops to exist

And there in her chair
in that place
she's chained
She doesn't scream
and she doesn't laugh

There is an eye
searching beyond the garden
but muddy it gets

in that place tears will be shown
in that prison of her own




Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-05-15 at 17:00

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Dave Glavin
Beautiful poem.He sits there as well.
Peace,Dave
2006-05-19


Kel
this poem is really beautiful... capturing the essence of doubt and confusion that any girl goes through in a point in her life ... i luv it :)
2006-05-16


Kathy Lockhart
this is powerful. your imagery is outstanding, chilling, haunting. I am deeply moved by this poem. It is overflowing with sadness and emptiness. It reminds me that there are those who truely live in this state, this mental, emotional prison seemingly without a key. Well Done!!!
2006-05-15


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey ther Malin this is such a powerful piece of writing well done to you and thanks for posting it rgds mike
2006-05-15



awwwwwww marlin things will get better good write ..eddy
2006-05-15