The Prison

Metaphoric Berryian Poem
The Prison
 
 
 
What freedoms be born, within this mind,
consigned imprison, as regrets arisen
to form the boundaries, and join confined.
And though it seems, the liberty isn’t -
but endless borders, and timeless remind.
 
 
What peace be known, in heartfelt address,
for love has been seized, while memories appease –
the shackles abound, the relentless obsess
of visions recalled; the lonely one sees,
while chained in despair, without regress.
 
 
What truce be given, of this content –
misleading belief, or love for the grief,
the lure of the past, bathed in intent.
Forsaken tomorrows; abandoned relief,
a day for a day, in graceful torment.
 
 
What devotion be there, to endure however,
where love is alive, and always survives –
the passage of time; this life’s endeavor,
and waiting for one, who will never arrive,
the one who is loved, for now and forever.
 
 
 
Kactus Berry