they called him a child
and disordered
for wanting to get out
of the penitentiary
he so desperately wished to escape.
outside of those cold walls
where butterflies lie
and the green grass grows
and there is laughing.
inside nothing ever
ever comes in
except the cold damp
after a spring shower.
apparently, he was delusional
for wishing to see the sun
that could burn his eyes.
and it was absurd
for him to want to smell
that minty breath
or stare into those deep azure eyes.
outside they waited
and watched to see
if his heart will ever (ever)
make it out of that darkening room
where the days were just as imposing
as the night.
he was out of his mind for missing the
fresh white snow
that fell at winters turn.
most thought he couldn't be more foolish
for loving life
like he did his mother.
he was crazy they said for
being totally drunk on just
being.
i'm happy for that.
everyone should want to be free.
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Part the World
Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
