Inward Outcast Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2011 @ 03:46:36 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: TimTheThinker I curse these wicked ways, and speak fowl on my own behest. I'm disgusted with my ways, and weigh heavy on my own chest. So hypocritical am I, to feel the sins of earthly human. I feel my soul terrorized, I feel my brain becoming stupid. The ebb and flow of my endorphins is most certainly at its low. I feel a prisoner of my soul, with no discernable direction to go. Each phase of my life, my mind, my heart, and imagination. I feel trapped, a prisoner, in a cold desolate prison, but never the less, a prison of my own creation. This poem is Copyright © TimTheThinker Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=168269