Oft' times I feel a prisoner, trapped inside these bars <br /> I cannot free myself from them <br /> I pull at them, they will not bend <br /> They will not come ajar <br /> My soul is the prisoner <br /> My body <br /> The bars <br /> Freedom lies beyond this life <br /> Where peace and calm prevail <br /> Yet I feel I must make the best of my captivity <br /> For it is true <br /> I have much love in this "my little cell" <br /> Tis' also true there are times it closes in on me - <br /> But love is my companion - <br /> And my security -<br /><br />Bettie Lee Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prisoner-10/
