The Prisoner

Alone in life, chosen or not
How the stress has woke the rage
Each day without, not a surprise
When the pain lasts long and dull
Inside the tears, guarded from all
Holding within the hurt, the strife
Afraid to free, control is life
The mind does scream to let it out


I am playing with different forms of poetry.  This poem is a Caesura form.

Caesura: A break in the flow of sound in a line of poetry
2 syllables 2 syllables a break (comma) 2 syllables 2 syllables
stressed unstressed,stressed unstressed,stressed unstressed,stressed unstressed
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