SPU Poetry Contest #5: A Prison Of Our Choice

Everyday I crawl my way to the wall
And scribble my confessions on the wall

You may prison my soul and stave my bones
But you can’t quench the fire in my bones

Then I stretch my eyes to reach the window
And with hunger look across the meadow

I lift my face for a ray of sunlight
Scraping to get enough to last the night

I see the man I can become walk by
“Somebody please give me freedom,” I cry

And every night I walked back to the bed
And close my eyes to the key on my bed

This is my entry for the SPU Poetry Contest #5 by @poetsunit.

It was inspired by two lines from An Alternate Reality by @poetrybyjeremy "

Enclosed within cool walls of concrete

through the only window, I peak,

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