Prisoner X 3 Poem by Paul Brookes

Prisoner X 3



thoughts a mere progression from a to b
alpha and omega.

cyclic from hope to despair,
from joy to sorrow.

we hand glass touched yesterday
danger ever present
an insubstantial facsimile.
though appreciated.

your new reality is my old one
we blow kisses that ooze through glass
staining the window lipstick pink

echoing we mime 'I love yous'
life still has a heart beat.
as we wait liberation

casting off necessary shackles,
shucking them off like old dusty shoes,
has yet to come.

the yellow brick road has never felt so illusive
nor illusory like insubstantial dreams

we've fallen into strange world of half life
of us and them, the free and imprisoned
still the sun rises to warm my face
and still the tree outside my window
bursts with life.

so here's to freedom.
here's to a half full cup.
here's to you my friends for keeping me sane.

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