A cat sat on my garden wall. Its eyes burned like a fire. I watched it nearly half an hour, Then off it quickly ran. I sat awhile, with curtain drawn, My life upon that wall. The cat was gone, still I stayed on. It's strange how life seems planned.
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Prisoner
Helpless, I feel out of luck, for now my friends have gone away and took with them the only key. My only hope quick passed me by an hour past and now I stand and beckon for release. Outside my walls I see passers-by, pedestrians in a world of freedom, bystanders, petitioners, but no one … Continue reading Prisoner