Sunday, April 26, 2020

Being in prison

Act I

I am in a prison,
in love with the
prisoners,
its regiments;
strange as it
might seem,
I can clearly see and sense
the gates are left open.

Act II

I am in a prison
charged for a
number of reasons,
for my lies mainly;
but strange as it can be,
as far as I can see
I sense that nowhere
ever before I felt so free.

4 comments:

  1. This is very apt in present situation. This is the time one to turn introspective and search the very nature of life and enjen living with oneself

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  2. This is lovely -- asserting that in this adversity, you have nothing to lose but your chains!

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    1. Thank you for your erudite interpretation of the poem. Much appreciated.

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