I am a prisoner of myself
Abiding with thee
Our share of morning and night
That does suffice the bliss of two
And blank in scorning
There are stars everywhere
Some who lost their way
In a pain-comet trails of time
With a minute circumference
Of a single brain, a gamut of eternity
Alone and undignified
I am a prisoner to myself
Abiding with a world
Without care or vitality
Luckily I have you –
Who sweeps my heart
With rosewater and honey
Until eternity, putting love away
In a bowl of water
In a gentleness of gesture
That can only save me from myself.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Breathing-411282025
Wuji Seshat 
I cried…:) thank you
wow, that’s a first! Thank you
Prisoner of myself.. very beautiful concept
with regards
yes I’m trying to write poems with better concepts