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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 dayâs 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.
Up the ladder:
Maiden, Maiden
Down the ladder:
certain things...
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Posted: July 21, 2004 9:15 AM PDT; Last modified: July 21, 2004 9:15 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7959 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 217.42.186.254
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21-Jul-04/6:13 PM
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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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donmiguel1960 @ 68.96.168.211
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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21-Jul-04/10:39 PM
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thanks for the specific coments. You are the only one who will stand up and say what you feel. Please do me a favor, and read my other poems
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 217.42.186.254
> donmiguel1960
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22-Jul-04/9:32 AM
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I can't even be bothered to help others :(
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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22-Jul-04/7:56 AM
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*PARP* Excuse me, but cracks in stone would be quite useful if you were looking to escape your stone prison and the cracks signified some form of structual weakness in the walls which could be exploited with stolen pieces of metal from the prison workshop.
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