Prison

Prison.

Gates guarded.

Save me.

Help me escape.

Prison.

Resembling life.

 

Life bars me from freedom.

Dank skies are my cell ceiling.

I search for a hole in the bars.

Nonexistent.

 

I see you before me,

coming to talk sense into me.

I ignore you.

I have already made my choice.

 

You hide your face.

Try to shrink away.

But life, like prison,

always finds you.

There is no escape.