To be a prisoner ( Critiques are welcome )

The autumn leaves

Within the grasp of the breeze

Into a magic it weaves

But,to be a prisoner it agrees


In the end of the street

There she strolls

Like an autumn leaf

Near dead-beating souls.

Her broken,heavy heart

Weighs more than a skyscraper

She’s turned into a destroyed art

Like a paper,too weak to be torn apart.

A desire to let her spirits fly

Higher and higher above the moon-lit sky

To fall from that height

But to be perfectly alright.

Not a gift to be treasured

Or a pearl in the sea

But,to be a prisoner she can never agree.

This is me!! This is who I am


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8 thoughts on “To be a prisoner ( Critiques are welcome )”

  1. This is a good one…for me it can be interpreted in different ways…it can be about love, it can be about dreams…but no matter in what side you read it, you know how it felt, how she felt in that moment…that sums up how I think,,,anyway i like it! 🙂

  2. Beautifully written poem. It’s good to write what you actually feel and I agree with Sam it depends how the readers interpret your words. As I read it, you seem inspired on that moment. Well done! 🙂

  3. Aspects of the leaf:
    Clinging to the tree, while pushed around by the breeze.
    It will eventually fall, but the fall is like flight, now free.
    It can be crushed and crumpled, but the colour will always remain.
    The beauty of the leaf, even as it changes, can be forever.

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