Prisoner Of Life
What happened to the love I once knew;
love seemed to just fill the air;
breathing in love; I blossomed and grew;
knowing there’s one to care.
For a lifetime, I had someone to love;
and someone, I felt, loved me;
now my soul longs to reach above;
life’s prison has set me free.
I felt imprisoned in space and time;
somewhat lost and alone;
in the midst of transition into the sublime;
lacking a love or home.
Now, lacking love; I barely can breathe;
uncomfortable, in my own skin;
I blame myself; tho love chose to leave;
love was my oxygen.
Loneliness is a most deadly disease;
the soul is a home for two;
how can I live; with no one to please;
loneliness; a toxic brew.
Though I’ve escaped the bonds of love;
it never was done by my choice;
each day, I pray to my Father, above;
love has a most comforting voice.
Many have become prisoners of love;
wishing they could escape its ties;
someday they will pray to God above;
on the day, that their love dies.
Monty 12.19.25. # 3,118