Prisons of smoke, hell's grim confines
No primrose gardens, no flowery lines
The Sword of Damocles did loom up on high
And the Dungeon Scales of Threave; they too were nigh
Memories and guilt rack'd the blaspheming
And whirlwinds belted around the scheming
In the middle of all this, once you did find
Me, in the Prison - The Prison of My Mind
I judged myself and whipped my skin
Till the lashes left marks, both thick and thin
I punished myself and others as well
I condemned us all to the fires of hell
For twenty-two years I lived this way
Tormenting the world, night and day
Was this how I should live my life?
Intending to give bliss but end up giving strife?
My own true Self who was soft and caring
Was guarded by my Other, with fangs baring
I decided to let Me out, and slash my image
So within myself, I did search and rummage
The shallow mask I wore to the world
Melted away as my sins unfurled
I began to live life like I was me
And not who I forced the world to see
I learned to trust, and not mull things over
For too much thought is like a leap from Dover
I love Myself, and this side I will feed
The Prison of My Mind, no more will I need
Jigsaw
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This shall be graded as letter to self
it'll be good to have the old Naveen back. I missed him!
ey saala.. achchaa hai re.. beguth achchaa...
yet again you have provens thaat engaging in violent imagery be your forte!!! here is to happier things to say.. oh but that dont mean it has to sound soppy but ye know what i mean na... have it funs in ze noo avatar boyo!
sweetheart...that was awesome....how the hell do you manage to write so well! loved it...and find that while this applies mostly to you, i think each one of us find ourselves dealing with situations in life in similar ways....so kinda cool!
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