Down in your heart

Caught in a life.
The glass prison.
A rope that pulls tighter each day.
Time forever tiptoes beyond our reach.
Layering us in dust and sighs.
Drop the illusions now of what you want.
And decide.
Who do you want to be?

31/03/2020 by Mark Ryan Categories: life, Poetry, prison, timeTags: art, become, days, glass, heart, illusions, life, poem, Poetry, prison, regret 2 Comments