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In prison I live, (Free verse) by donmiguel1960

In prison I live, walls thick and so tall. Guards posted in towers, watch as I crawl. I live all alone a prisoner in flight. Fearing to face the day’s morning light Sockets so deep, with sadness and grief. I weep with great sorrow, for a crushed fallen leaf. A prison of death where there is no escape. The illusion of freedom can never take shape. A prison of love that can never be known. A heart that is useless as cracks in a stone.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 21-Jul-04/6:13 PM
What? You weep with great sorrow for a crushed leaf? Good one. As useless as cracks in a stone? Are cracks in stones really that useless? Yes, yes I suppose they are. But no more useless than cracks in just about anything. Certainly not so useless that I would remark upon their uselessness in casual conversation, perhaps likening them, as you have done, to other useless objects. If you're going to say something is useless, you may as well liken it to something genuinely useless. Like your face.




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