My thoughts beat against my fingertips
Held prisoner in my mind
My mouth always stays shut
My tongue held captive by its power
Words gargle in my throught
Hostage to sounds revoked
Limbs I dare not move
Afraid of what they may do
I'm in a prison of my own making
Bars made of unsaid words
And the wardens are my taboo thoughts
If only I knew how to let them go
Be free and just let me be me
I guess we'll just have to see what I make of this
My life- long sentence
In this prison of my own making
Ashley Stone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prison-of-my-own-making/
