Poem #4

Passions Prison

I prompt the ever curious eyes of fate
look at the world I used to always hate
frozen in time the rain pure and loved
let no one fall away be tossed or shoved
to see the glory of a place distand but close
and to feel my own heart compleatly froze

to see and feel my own life play start its breathe
then to all my suprise there an avoidance of death
its a life with a fear of a loss a place with a gain
and theres a reason to live and fearing all pain
there the hurt that comes from repopened scars
then emotion for a moment escpaes their iron bars

By: DepressedPoet