The Cell

"A dreamer" but I am not, it's what they fail to see. "An escapee" I am, in my solitude where I long to be. My world inside out, a place where few have ever been. A cell most would flee, I fight for time to be in. There no one may reach me, just my own thoughts to illume. I see more clearly when left to self, alone inside this room. My cell is guarded by lock and key, no one cracks this shell. It's all the fortress that I need when life's not quite so well. No I am no "dreamer", but to my thoughs, I oft am found. It's the solace of solitude that keeps me firmly still around.

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Vincent Anokwuru

Date: 7/9/2022 1:41:00 AM

It's so lovely

Jesse Zerlaut
Date: 9/30/2022 11:08:00 PM

Thank you!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/23/2016 9:48:00 PM

Jesse, what an awesome rant.... linda

Jesse Zerlaut
Date: 7/23/2016 10:45:00 PM

What no wife of a writer can ever understand, no matter if she lives with him for twenty years, is that a writer is working when he's staring out the window. ~Burton Rascoe~

Jesse Zerlaut
Date: 7/23/2016 10:27:00 PM

Sometimes we all get in that place where we're standing here, but our mind is elsewhere. My wife often tells me I'm absent even when I'm in the same room. She laughs about it now, most times it happens when I'm thinking about things that lead to poems.