The noon day Sun bleaches My memory,
Alone I fought to keep My sanity in check,
Consumed by a hatred I never desired,
Yet, Reality consumed My soul,
Grievance of a loved one I never had,
Only the wall stood behind Me in my final day,
The Mural on the wall ornating my headstone,
Epitaph the last words on My lips.
Forward I lean upon My knees,
Long bruised by the years of feeble respect,
Where I had ever been in prayer,
Heard only by the Rats who mock My final meal.
My prison within releases Me,
No key to unlock the chains I called Friend,
Soul rising with the Sunlight,
To a Haven I'm uncertain I care to reside.
Colors binding My freedom,
Blackness only in the night,
White now for the first time in My life,
I hold no grudges for I am human.
There was a Dream!
Author notes
picture option #2...to end the confusion over the title PRISOM is a cross between PRISON and PRISM...his prison cell and the light upon him...it also refers to the color of his race....i tied it into slavery
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Tracey -
The title is a bit confusing - did you mean 'prison' or 'prism' - or am I possiblky missing something...?
The write itself goes rather well with the picture chosen; allowing for more of a story-like talk - sophistocated as well. Thank you for entering!
Wendy
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