Imprisoned

Trapped in a prison
of memory 
Alone with
a heart destroyed
Watching hopes
and dreams go
around and round
like a circle
in a spiral 
spinning
downwards
out of control
Impossible
to save them
No desire to
try anymore
Accepting of
the cruel fate that
robbed me of you
Leaving me with
thoughts of what
might have been




Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets tonight 
Bush Boy is hosting today's RDP prompt “Like a circle in a spiral”

19 thoughts on “Imprisoned”

1. Very sad scenario indeed. Lost dreams are hard to recover!

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   1. Yes! Thanks Dwight ☺️

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2. A touching poem Christine

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   1. Thanks Sadje 💕🙂

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      1. You’re always welcome

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3. Quite heartfelt Christine 🙂

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   1. Thank you!

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4. It’s very difficult to jump out of that rut and very easy to fall back into it 😦

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   1. Yes we’ve all been there I’m sure Lisa 😢💕

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5. We shouldn’t give up on our dreams, because when they are lost it becomes very hard to recover. You struck a chord.

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   1. Thank you my friend. The way we have to look at it is there are always more dreams. Sometimes we feel all is lost – forever, but it isn’t. We are resilient and we can come back from the disappointment and pain 😢💕

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6. Your poem reminds me of my mother and the dementia that took her from me. Made me cry, Christine.:)

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   1. Oh my gosh Kim I’m so sorry. What s horrible disease for all concerned. I’ve been learning a lot about it lately and I feel so much empathy for the patient and the family. Such a difficult condition to manage 😢

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7. I like the description of memory as a prison.

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   1. Sometimes it feels that way when it’s all that is left

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8. It’s a great poem that really captures the cyclical nature of grief and loss

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   1. Thank you. Yes it’s a process ☺️

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9. Sometimes memories can be like a prison… I hope there is a door somewhere for you to find sunshine again.

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   1. There’s always a door for everyone to get through. Sometimes they just need help believing it and then finding it. Thanks Bjorn 😊

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