A PRISONER OF CONSCIENCE

BY CHRISTOPHER LEWIS

In my bygone's life
Leaves me strife
Nowhere to run
Nor to hide.

Forced — Handed
In a cage
Being Controlled
Like a puppeteer
On a String.

Nightmares in a
Undesirous dream
Lost all hope
And curiosity.

Constantly looking
Over my shoulder
Day in and day out
Find a way
To channel out.

Now it's my time
To say goodbye
I'm paroled
And never to return. | CL

CHRISTOPHER LEWIS HAS A GREAT PASSION FOR LITERATURE AND POETRY. HE FINDS IT IS A CHANNEL FOR THE INNER SELF.