Prisoner
He waits in fear,
in darkness in pain,
but what it is he’s afraid of is a shame,
if only he came out he could see,
but he’s blinded,
blinded unknowingly.
Obviously broken,
hiding deep and dark,
unwilling to try, attempt,
for fear of failure,
not looking for a spark,
and the longer he sits and waits,
the more he deteriorates,
wasting such potential,
a hazard in achieving his own dreams,
a prisoner of his own making,
but he doesn’t realise…
he’s the only one who has the key to unlock his own cell.
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