POEM

Poem

Being In A Prison (Revised) Being In A Prison I am confined to everyday routine Same time, same place, same people Being In A Prison I have to do what is asked of me If I do not Trouble comes my way Being In A Prison Confined to everyday conflict Pressured and shown the everyday foulness.

When it shatters the dawn into Jingling white gist, And its illusion carnival sprints From the high zenith, its jealous Verses, I will roll up the greenish Petals of the blossoms, getting dressed them In florid scrawls; And I will find not anything, but ...