The Prison

The worst place, is here without you.

You may think nothing can be worse,

than the prison that holds you.

The bars that clang shut every night,

holding you in.

You may think never leaving that place,

is the worst that can happen.

You may understand that your actions.

caused your prison and your pain,

and there you must stay.

Being here without you is worse,

than your prison.

I have done nothing to cause my imprisonment,

yet here I am.

For you see my prison was created by you.

The prison that holds my hear,

the bars that will never open.

Unless, a mircle granted by God, releases you.

then and only then will my heart be free,

and my prison bars crumble .

Until that day, my son,

I live as you in the prison you created.