The Prison....

The Prison I live in a prison not made of iron but of flesh and bone. My prison completely surrounds me leaving no way of escape. I'm always here on the inside straining to look out. Wishing that I could join in life instead of always missing out. I have made a few failed attempts to escape. A few golden hours in the sun. Then just as quickly as I escaped, I'm dragged back in and my reality unfolds. My crime was against no one but my self you see. I've built the walls around myself for the entire world to see. When will my sentence ever be over? When will it be complete? Will I ever escape from the flesh and bone that entombs me?