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desolate
killing the green
to lead life comfortably
caged in a prison
brick walls and bars this is home
there is a bed, a fan, a loo
comforts you think
you have been chained
emotion: the warden
jailers: the loved ones
no reprieve, no parole
the door's shut the day you are born
the only liberator, death
posted by BionicScribe @ 10:57 pm
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2 Comments:
This is what I find most intriguing. Ironically this is one poem I can best identify with. You have managed to very briefly but very accurately express the theme. Definately one of your best works.
quite nice and brief though very strong. the only liberator, death????? WOW! POWERFULL
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