Prison

Hello Prison
Your whitewashed walls with bars on the window seems to be welcoming today.
I hate it here.
Yet I cannot get away from you.
So I choose to stay here within your tiny enclosure.

This is a prison of choice.
I know that is the truth my pitiful state.
The trouble is all I have ever known is this place.
Your uncomfortable bed and rancid food.

Oh look here comes the Warden to make sure I am in my place.
Perhaps he comes to tell me of another charge brought against me.
He passes me with no more than a quick glance.
I am a model prisoner.

It is strange he has told me I can leave multiple times.
However I am frightened to leave.
And every time I attempt to leave he brings another false charge against me.

Why I am in this place?
I have not slept for years it seems!

I heard a story of another prisoner who broke free.
Many say its just a myth.
No one get out of this prison.

I have talked to some that stand just beyond the bars of the prison yard.
They tell me that I can escape.
That the charges are false.
And that there is a better life for me beyond.

But the Warden has said differently.
Who am I to doubt the Warden?
He is the only truth I have ever known.

I am meant to be in this place forever there is no escape.
No force can break these bars and free me.

It is that time again.
Lights out.
Goodnight Prison