John Walker Poet I do not know?

Land of the Living

Watched like a fool 
time grew bars around me.
A trapped  mind screamed
“too late to escape"!
Blocked by my last run
it brought me here.
Now I stand a lesser man. 
What I looked  for 
“I'll never find'!
The land of the living 
is killing my mind.

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Carolyn Devonshire March 1, 2009 at 11:04 AM John, you are still in the "land of the living." Thoughts and images cannot be confined by bars! You make a fine addition to the wonderful family here at Poetry Soup. Thank you for choosing to share with us. Best wishes, Carolyn

Angela Knott March 1, 2009 at 8:24 AM love this. the darkness, the imprisonment of time. i can relate. a dark deep poem