lonesome has become negated
metallic bars silver grated
maturity enhanced me
a temper now sedated
more decades slip by, yet
will to survive, never forget
as the sunrise shines a light
on my mistakes I still collect
frail and fragile while on my own
once feared, now fear is all I know
feels like on foreign streets I roam
how I miss my iron home...
friends a luxury once had
purely past tense in fact
now standing atop a stool
to carve a relic of the past
time travelled 50 years
knowledge was frozen
forced into a timely fate
that alone I had chosen
got myself a whole new view
institutionalized...
right before my eyes
regretting release... who knew?
King to Brooks 73
Checkmate
"These walls are funny. First you hate them, then you get used to them. Enough time passes; you get so you depend on them." - Ellis "Red" Redding