From my poetry collection FLOWERS DO SPEAK


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?

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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

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