Prison inside

I find myself locked in a prison,
a prison of my own design,
it has no bars, to guard me
no chains to confine
just that ever graying
thin black line

trapped in conformity
being what I need to be
locked in myself
I think I've ceased to be
the art, the poetry of my soul
its all fading its nearly gone

should I break free of myself?
or am I to far gone
would it be a better lot?
to fade completely
and become what I am not

questions with no answers
and no one to see my plight
I feel myself fading
a snuffing out of the light

the pain of the loss
a sad sense of regret
a sacrifice, for the loved
my soul has been spent