poemranker ::In prison I live, by donmiguel1960

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In prison I live,

Member since 2004 · Posted 21 Jul 2004 · 4 comments

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.

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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 21-Jul-04/6:13 PM Reply
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.
[n/a] donmiguel1960 › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 21-Jul-04/10:39 PM Reply
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
[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › donmiguel1960 22-Jul-04/9:32 AM Reply
I can't even be bothered to help others :(
[n/a] Stephen Robins › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Jul-04/7:56 AM Reply
*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.