I live my life inside a jail,
with walls unseen by all.
Receding steps to bottomless depths,
forever I feel I fall.
The fall don't hurt its when you land,
Ive been told by many.
But forever to fall,
is forever to fear.
With no end in sight,
not any.
The truth I live is hard to take,
if you knew you would agree.
I'm in disguise I hide myself,
myself must hide from me.
The truth however does not change,
it cant be controlled like fate.
But it can be denied,
to find comfort in lies,
for a fate thats more pleasant to take.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captive-life/
