Prisoners of Freedom...

“Prisoner of Freedom…”



Why do I feel so secluded from what’s real, when it seems to only be illusions.. I’m free but I can’t see.. like a bird with no wings I feel useless, confused and distraught.. had planned to meet success today and forgot..Because the ways of this land had me lost.. they sold me freedom at full cost..Made up laws to make me wrong, now, a place that was once called home, no longer make me feel as if I belong..


Therefore I am seen alone as I roam.. shackled down, confined to my own mind.. I let them trick me with the HD view and great story lines.. but it’s all where the story lies, if you take a magnified look, even the naked eye got shy and covered up to the truth.. they found me guilty with no proof, when I was only going about my day.. you was looking for work, I was on the way.. that’s why this place, I need to escape, I look in the mirror, don’t recognize my own face, it’s impossible to be me.. why do I still feel so imprisoned, but I’m suppose to be free


A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel


“Prisoner of Freedom…” Is A Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2013, All Rights Reserved.


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One Response to Prisoners of Freedom…

  1. That’s deep.. Thanks for sharing.

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