From my poetry collection FLOWERS DO SPEAK


PRISON


To be in prison,is a human condition.
But isn't also a tree,bind to itself and not free?
To be in prison,is living with no reason.
But isn't also thoughts,the cages built by our words?

I always felt that life is a prison,that ends with death.
Counting the moments,nights and days with every breath.
Can't escape life otherwise,the solution is to be wise.
Having yourself as a friend,living with dreams that have no end.

I am caged to myself,can't be another woman.
I am born a human,can't be an animal or plant.
I am destined to have as a wife or as a partner a man.
I am born this way,to differ i can't.

Is my nature my prison?
Is this world my prison?
Is it myself i can't escape
or is it life that i am afraid?




Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2021-11-24 at 11:10

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I find that life's a struggle
Death grips those whose
Life's are in a muddle
Your writing's great
So even if you're minds
Feels a little befuddled
So please except from me
One big poetic cuddle
2021-11-24



prison and limitations, sometimes, our limitations outgrow the rest of our life, so we have the impression to live in prison. art can be an escape
2021-11-24