PRISONER OF HOPE…

A prisoner in a prison

Within this confinement of the classroom’s barrage,

I feel like a prisoner forced to feed on the rusted knowledge.

Serving the tenure of my parent’s hopeful fictionalities,

My soul seems lost in the labyrinth of disparities.

I try looking out of the lone solitary window…

To see a world free from this shadow.

I want to run away but my bones are so tied to the bench..

And the obtuse jailer’s teachings are making me so drenched!

These last years of my redemption,

I see many of my ‘jail-mates’ placed away with salutation.

A darkness has dawned upon me…

The path ahead seems a quagmire to me.

The hopes of the intimate looms back to haunt me,

Destiny seems false as a copper to me.

Still..I hold on to the lone window-sill,

And wish for the hopes to refill.

I want to catch a glimpse of sunlight again,

To rejuvenate this tarnished soul of mine in pain.

Oh! how I want to stand atop this hillock of hopes,

And cry aloud till my body moans!

I hope to break out of this sill..

And become a runaway…forever still.

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4 thoughts on “PRISONER OF HOPE…

  1. Wow. Such great use of language and vocabulary with you giving vent to your feelings! It has pain as well as hope! And that’s the best part:)
    And like I say.. there’s a poet in everyone of us:)

  2. unexpectedly good.. this doesn’t seem to be your first poem..keep writing..hope to see the next one soon.. 🙂

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