An Ode To My Jailed Friend

 Unmasked –
The spirits' face is a black hole
Swallowing the celestial beauty
Of the stars.


Caged –
The sentinel is crouched
Subsumed in seething pain
Not pain but anger of being guiltless
Yet ‘guilty’ for being in jail.


The cell –
No crime equals its greasy grey walls
Thickly dark with no grills for light
Till the eyes, sore, feel pain no more.


The sentinel –
Was once a brother
Used to sit by my feet
But wandered away,
Till err passed his way.


Who is to blame
When the mind is aflight
And discretion is abandoned
For valor?

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