Prisoner – A New Poem

The cracks in the foundation

Too fine to see through

Trapped in the dark

Alone and dehydrated

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Shafts of light filter

Into this cell but offer

No clarity on my

Imprisonment

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My captor is near

Closer than I can admit

In this cell with me

Yet I am alone

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Standing is struggling but

I rise to my feet and

See the door ajar so

I open up to the light

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