I know a world exists out there
but it’s too far to reach.
None for me but memories
to punctuate my sleep.
All my old attachments have been
clipped and tossed away.
None for me but books and words
to illustrate my days.
Weeks and months, then years elapse,
yet banished I remain.
None for me but pride and hope –
from sorrow I’ll refrain.
Somewhere there are laughing children
playing in the sand.
Somewhere someone reaches out
to lend a helping hand.
Goals are met and hopes are dashed,
plans are made and tests are passed,
dreams are built upon the past,
yet noone speaks my name.
None for me but bricks and bars –
my cell remains the same.
(by Danny Matthews)
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