TRAPPED – Matthew Blaise

Deep down the cubicle of my mind
the deepest part of my world
I seem trapped
in my thought, mind and word
trapped in my flesh by
what I was told.


In a place of darkness
I am held captive
In a world of no essence
I am getting old
an abyss of depression and
confusion it moulded
a dwelling made of sadness, pains and
carelessness trapped by loneliness.


alas!, to my freedom,
which I pray someday for martyrdom
and cry all day to break free,
break free from the
shackles of my master
break free from the slavery of the sabbard
toothed tiger.


save me my God from where I lie
for in you, my essence supply,
what human can serve me?
from my dreadful me.

Leave a Comment

Reload Image


Contact Us

Please leave a message.

Not readable? Change text.