Poetry Sunday

Life’s Chained Prison

Am I alone in this chained prison,
all by my own fruition?
Do I idly cower in fear,
it's never clear;
problems have nearly risen.

To heights unforeseen, I am alone;
on a quest not yet shown.
Do I scamper all about,
I try to shout.....
but silent is my tone.

Confusion has impeded my sight.
I often buckle; no strength to fight.
Will anyone hear my cries,
unveiled lies,
The blind now see the light.

Free me from these sheltered walls,
I hear the sacred angels calls.
Not alone I am defeating,
now completing;
HIS arms will catch my falls!!!!