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Incarceration,
a cell from which I can't break free
if only I could reduce my sentence
get out early on good behaviour
relegated to this solitary confinement
dreams of you slip like sand through my wanton fingers
while I sit in this hole and rot
melting away
all that's left now is sorrow
how I long to see
the stars twinkle in the sky,
the sun rise and fall on the horizon,
the moon's crazy effect on the tides
my senses starved,
my spirit held captive,
my soul lost,
a permanent resident in this purgatory of my own making
with only room for memories of you
these prison bars are impenetrable
with iron shackles around my heart
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces
Poetry"Reduced to bits and pieces fragments of a lost soul lying jumbled on the floor like an unfinished puzzle and you are the missing piece that completes me." Bits and Pieces is a collection of poetry. Recurring themes are love, loss, relationships, in...
