The Prisoner

Just a Poem..............................

Shackled in the chains of conformity.

Shrouded with the blinders of tradition.

Mind Stagnant from the horrors of redundancy.

Hearts constricted by the absence of kindness.

Strength and power encapsulated by the lack of nourishment.

Soul weak from the enormous wall.

Life is nothing but terminal illness.

The vision was grand and far.

The vision was complete.

The vision was fair and compassionate.

This vision was all encompassing.

Now a seed buried in the frozen earth.

Dreams can sustain but do not prevent death.

They must be executed.

With careful planning.

With the last breath.

With the last leap.

With the last grasp.

With the last residuum of courage.

The escape is accomplished.

Now I begin!