PRISM PRISON
I am the red of my rage
With it, I fight this cage
And I am the yellow of my fear
Through it, my path is clear
I am the orange of my greed
Your demands denied, I refuse to bleed
And I am the green of my envy
Strength I have found in these souls heavy
I am the blue of my sorrow
In spite of it, I face the morrow
I am the indigo of my mystery
I have learnt to contain the misery in history
I am the violet of my hate
This abomination stands in defiance of hate
Even as I watch my mind disintegrate
I find peace in what it could once create
I cannot see the bars in this prison
But I can feel the light split in the prism
And that is okay
It keeps the darkness at bay
The freedom I crave
It has made me brave
Not because that which did not kill me made me stronger
No, ‘tis the knowledge it will try again later
Written by Ace
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6 Comments
FJ
December 23, 13:04Beautiful piece…?
AduResa
December 23, 17:33❤❤
Patrick
December 24, 00:01This is great.
Well done, Ace!
Thanos' Bitch
December 24, 12:35Wow. Amazing piece Ace. Welldone.
Lekan
December 24, 17:37Wow,
This is ??
Ace
December 24, 22:50Thanks everyone, your words of encouragement mean more than you know?