Raising eyes to the sky, unpermitted by bars,
I've got tears falling slow, I've got dreams
You see, someday I might see the stars, but
All I awake to is these jailhouse bars, and
My mind's got me tripping, my home's in
My head, but then why does my home feel
Like a cell? And I think I got lost in hell,
Firing at the walls with the words in my
Heart, but all I have are words, chains and
These jailhouse bars, I might never be free,
But then I took a breath, and I resolved
To pray, just for one more day, just one more
Year, ah but then, such is life, he said.
A contest entry
- Such is Life by just mercedes.
4000 points, ended December 3, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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This had a real blues feel to me; I like the way the prisoner is shown dreaming of stars, thrugh prison bars. Effective poem. Thank you for this entry.
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this is really cool, i like what you have written here, it shows a glimpse of what someone must have gone thorough before their execution, best of luck in the contest
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...could be worked into a bluesy folksong!
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Indeed. Such is life!
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