The Cell
The Cell
These bars confine and constrain
A cage of my own design
Built of illusions, wishes
A picture of a life dreamed
Chapters read, misread
My compass deflected
The map outdated, no one spoke
Signposts faded and fallen
Life larger than this cell
Expanding, awareness awakening
Testing these feeble boundaries
Self imposed, self removed
Stoic
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012
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