Free me from your prison, deadly vacant are they-
Can it be Ive lived in it all my life, born into my own prison
My own thoughts infest my heart, and tenderly it surrenders
Weak, but pure-my heart surrendered at the grasp of my thoughts
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These lines have summed up your poem very well: 'My body houses all the troubles of the world, with my mind its ruler, and My soul imprisoned.' A clear, succinct statement!