My Penitentiary
Not once did I note,
That the circumstances were of my own delineation,
Strapped in chains of my own making,
Entangled in a web of my own creation,
Incarcerated in a volary of my own making,
Now in the air casting castles of liberation,
Which I know too well may never come into being.
Copyright © Alfonce Choi | Year Posted 2020
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