Solitary Prisoner…

In my self- made prison cell,

I stood in solitude,

With mind forged manacles*,

Of tradition, assumption and Order,

You were outside, waiting to see a glimpse of me,

Wanting at least to hold my hand,

But I couldn’t even touch,

Couldn’t give you the warmth you yearned,

For I was in my self – made prison cell…

* The phrase mind forged manacles* can be found in William Blake’s London.

© 2011 July – All Rights Reserved


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