A Beautiful mind-The Free prison

Within the shadowy recesses of my mind do I dwell,
Weaving wakes, thoughts, to pass my time.
My wardens are eternally present in my cell.
Guarding against my futile efforts.

Though do I see my road to liberty,
It is blocked by murky shadows.
Shades, which, denies my very sanity.
Screeching out in agony, I plead for someone to hear me.

Slowly the dark masses gather closer as my efforts grow dauntless,
After crying out, I receive my answer,
Yes, I heed you! Arise from this mess.
Now soaring on the wings of empathy, trying to break free of this reformatory.

Looking beyond, I see my saviour, a resolute seraph,
Its intent melodic voice, bent on my freedom.
Rising above my cell and onto a cliff.
I stand before the angel, crying at its feet.

Rising up to gaze into its eyes, I am anxious,
For the seraph is in tangible reality, myself.
Falling back into the shadows, I feel delirious.
I see myself, falling back into the pits of the shadow.

Darkness takes me; my mind is shackled again,
No radiance shall ever grace me, for I live eternally in this pain.
With my last sight, do I stare at my failed saviour,
Slumber takes over, granting one last favour.
That I may rest, perpetually in this prison,
Shadowy, scared slumber, that is my haven!

A Beautiful mind-The Free prison

Rivell

Joined November 2008

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