The Cell
"A dreamer" but I am not, it's what they fail to see. "An escapee" I
am, in my solitude where I long to be.
My world inside out, a place where few have ever been. A cell most
would flee, I fight for time to be in.
There no one may reach me, just my own thoughts to illume. I see more
clearly when left to self, alone inside this room.
My cell is guarded by lock and key, no one cracks this shell. It's all
the fortress that I need when life's not quite so well.
No I am no "dreamer", but to my thoughs, I oft am found. It's the
solace of solitude that keeps me firmly still around.
Copyright © Jesse Zerlaut | Year Posted 2016
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