Have you ever felt rejected? Have you ever had the feeling you couldn’t escape your circumstances, because someone left you high and dry? Have you ever struggled through a such a wasteland of exile that you were prohibited from making friends? I’ve been there. This is a poem I wrote back in High School.
A rugged road of holes I walk.
I hang my head, to curses that I hear
—prisoner
to the fear
of being known.
My moon has slid behind the sky
where storm-clouds roar and shadow all I see.
Prisoner
here with me;
no life is shown.
The raindrops pelt my head and arms.
They sting my skin and pierce my heart like blades.
Prisoner
in everglades
of murk and mire.
In bogs, my ankles sink in mud.
I shake them loose, yet step down, deeper in.
Prisoner
chained within,
against desire.
A searing sun goes blister red,
and melts away all thought of inner vice
—prisoner
like the ice
on desert hearth.
So, how do I release the pins
that stay my truth, suppress my id in flame?
Prisoner
to my shame
and paltry worth.
good good. a lot of the structure of ameteur poems i read on here make me lose interest after a while even if im sure the content may be good or somewhat entertaining. maybe its ADD, maybe its just poor formatting haha. im not good at it myself. however, i do like the way your poem was written though, and interesting artistic way i think, kept the eyes moving and the brain interested 
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