Entangled


 My mind is my prison
Locked away by an army of grief and pain
My jailer is a tear drop
Constantly dripping from the corners of my ruby eyes

My heart is my dungeon
Entangled in the burning hands of dark freedom
My guilt began with a flint
But I had Judges to fuel the fire

My brain is my courtyard
Condemned me to death for giving them eternal peace
My judgement is before my demons
And my punishment is to live among them

Poem by Emem Udoh

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