My Prison

Open the doors to my prison,
I have forsaken my presence,
So that in my doing of this
I cancel the evident freedom.
A callous act has produced a crime
On myself, and on those involved
And affected. May the deities strike
A man with fortitude, and elect
Him as a chosen one, in front of
The polite crowd.
Open the doors to my prison
That I have wrecked and ransacked
By my grace and this is no disgrace.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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