Free verse № 3987
Internet Prisoner
Alone by herself, crank up the PC Reach out to the world for a place to be Is insanity real or
could it be me. Need some to help, someone to see. No car, no escape-caught up in hell Others
just laugh shrug it off, oh well Beaten down so bad, can't stand his smell Someone to listen her
life to tell. This private island that she lives within Has led to fanatacism, lies and to sin Dosen't
smile, looking back how its been Craving some closeness, to find love again. Doesn't feel
anything-numb as a tree Cruise for attention but no one can see Or does she sit quietly laughing at
me? How much can love be comunicated by PC? No mic, no pic, can replace a touch Why am I
attracted to her so much? A hint of mystery and waiting and such Please do not play me or leave
me in Dutch.
Jon C. Lachapelle March 11,2001
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