Prison Time
Pain distilled in each brittle bar
Past deeds instill a vicarious scar
Sins of the past my corroding soul mar
Time and space bottled in a tiny jar
Flagging spirit falters; tired body must continually spar
Existing in bipolar realm with norms set by the thief, liar, mugger
Puffing away the endless moments, satiated by nicotine and tar
Availing light fleeting into distant world now so far
Barren heart eclipsed; a fading, falling star
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2011
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