May 8, 2013

Prisoner of Words

I went in for lack of a dime, poverty made me prisoner,
But in here am rich of words, now I write my story,
On these prison walls, I spread that story,
Even these prison warders cannot stop me,
Though walls are crooked and my script is not in line,
My poetry will come out so clear and fine,
And will live on many years time,
Even as I watch that clock travel in circles million miles,
Time will not erase my writings on these walls,
My memory is full of light like sunshine lighting my mind,
On these walls I cast the shadows of my thoughts,
Using these words to escape reality,
Break these chains that bind me,
Happiness the freedom that I desire,

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