This is for Ryler, you were the first to write me a response poem.

The Prison

Guilt promises freedom
But Worry blocks the door
If Truth manages to escape
So would many more

Anger would rot rusted bars
Misery would break its bind
Knowledge is the jailer
But Hope would beat him blind

Fear guards the iron doors
But Ignorance distracts
Truth could make it out alive
But Lies would cover its tracks