Prisoner of Poetry
I am a prisoner of poetry,
counting syllables as I rhyme,
Hoping ink will give me wings,
as I pour silent screams
through sleepless nights.
I call my muse to awaken my senses,
To write one last sonnet,
incensed with roses and longing…
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