A PRISONER OF MY OWN

I owe you an apology
for the words that I did not say or write

I owe you my life
for every cut in my feet when we landed
on the cold rocky seashore of your dream island

I owe you my lies
for taking me out into the darkness to show me
the shadows of your unkept promises

I owe you your tears
now it is time for you to give my hand
to the highest bidder

I owe you the world
because it is going to stop spinning for you
and our bond of love shall tie your days and nights
with chains of memories that will cut you raw
with every tiny movement you dare or hope to take
live long prisoner of my heart..

Rahman, Brigitte Arlette-Copyrighted

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