Prison
Behind barbed wires,
High fences, guard dogs and heavy gates,
Lies my mansion.
A castle and a fortress
To keep out unwanted guests
And prying eyes.
I have the best of everything:
Cars, clothes, cash and cutlery;
Hand woven carpets and all the
Luxury money can buy.
My wardrobe is flown in from
Italy, France and Dubai;
My private jets laze in the hangar
Awaiting my desire to compete with
Birds in the air.
I travel all over the world
And sometimes bid the world
Come home to me.
My life is to die for
But...
When the day is over,
I am compelled by instinct
To run inside my fortress,
Hide under the sheets
And pray... Yes..pray
For dawn!
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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