I'm a prisoner of pain,
condemned by my own emotions.
Searching for refuge far and wide
from hurt deeper than the oceans.

The walls of my home, 
once safe and secure.
Now hold me in place so by 
temptation I can't be lured.

I'm a prisoner of passion,
sentence to a life without hope.
Biding my time,
no longer able to cope.

The mayhem of love now
turns me inside out.
A circus in my head,
I begin to shout.

My heart, the warden,
in this untimely affair,
lingering in cruel intentions,
do I really dare? 

So rutine and steady,
the world inside here.
My pulse races as chaos
seemingly draws near.

I miss, I crave it,
the lust just too grand.
To bust out of this asylum 
and grab life by the hand.

I'm a prisoner no doubt,
and can take it no longer.
My sentence, not up
yet my will grows stronger.

I will be free of these
bars galvenized by choices.
Shh...the warden's here,
silence your silly noises.

written 2-07