Prisoner

When thought becomes a prisoner
Of fear
When heart beats to orders in mindless
Despair
When tomorrow is coloured by numbness
To spare
The last dying ounce of sanity in madness
Present
Now becomes the jail, the jailer and the prison
Waiting
Waiting is the game of dying slowly without
The flare of a Russian roulette or
The agony of duel
No one cares,
Silence buries the dead.

When thought becomes a prisoner
Of fear
Meaning dies the slow death of neglect and
What remains is
Prisoner of own!

February 27, 2019

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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