There are 126 articles on this title. You are reading the article ranked and rated #9 by Helium's members.
-Prisoned Passive-
My feet are in shackles.
My hands are tied.
It does not matter.
I am always too tired to cry.
I am still here.
I am rotting in this cage.
My head has deteiorated.
I barely remain.
My skin is crawling.
I have to get free!
Is there a green pasture?
Is there hope for me?
The lock is corroded.
It has began to rust.
My whole body is crumbling.
I am turning into dust.
I have to get out of here.
I really don't mean to whine.
I am tired of being so passive.
I am the prisoner in my mind.
Learn more about this author, Laura Leigh Fields.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
by MJ Suttor
His flight aroused the chickens
before the dawn broke through the morn.
Squawking and a flyin' and kickin'
in the loving golden
Towards Freedom
With rifles sounding all around,
the little group,
towards the border and their freedom fled.
Just keep running,
don't
Peace, Love, and Freedom...
Let me tell you about a man that sings.
Notes are ringing from his guitar strings.
He's no preacher,
by Mia Marks
THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT
Why do you come to me in the quiet of the night
Stealthily drifting through my mind.
Could you
by Sharto Pagan
ESCAPIST
Come as you may, for I'm Quick and cunning,
My trail seems to fade even while I'm running.
Nothing left in my stead,
as
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Escape
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Escape?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
New England Coalition for Sustainable Population (NECSP)
New England Coalition for Sustainable Population's (NECSP) mission is to raise awareness in New England of regional, ...more
hide