Body in prison, Soul outta prison. I agree, so just when our thoughts, mind, spirit, soul, is stuck, is when we're really in prison, of darkness and of sorrow, and the hard-to-heal scars!
another good poem, as usual!
After reading this poem, I feel a huge separation towards the verses, and perhaps in the mind of the character. I guess its background must be Blue! The repeated structure, intentionally suitable I think!