Looking out my window <br />at the world outside. <br />I wonder why I am not out there, <br />playing around and having fun. <br /> <br />The bars at the windows <br />are what keeps me here. <br />They imprison not only me, <br />but also my heart and soul. <br /> <br />I plead sometimes <br />for them to disappear, <br />but my mind will not do it, <br />as it put them there. <br /> <br />I‘m imprisoned in my fortress, <br />the place I call my home. <br />Imprisoned by my mind, <br />because my mind decrees it so. <br /> <br />Imprisoned by a daily routine, <br />I find it hard to break, <br />and sometimes, <br />I do not want to break it. <br /> <br />Without that daily routine, <br />what would my life be? <br />Going around in circles, <br />until eternity? <br /> <br />My own guilt, <br />put me in my own prison, <br />and only I have, <br />the key to release me. <br /> <br /> <br />17 June 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-room-my-prison-be/
