POEM: Prison sans Walls

If you can dance in wild, weird ways,

then you are truly free.

If you can’t, while you’re home alone,

you’re a bodily detainee.

 

A prisoner of life, itself —

a man who never was —

a tragic figure cut from plans

who will do, but never does.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.