Into this world
From the world where there was
Some light some insight
Step lightly into the darkness.
Solitude confinement ...
cry in the night
Toward the stones that will cry out
If no one called on God. Silence of
Empty corridors broken by keys rattling
Keys that can not unlock the burden of one's soul.
Free to roam cold barren walls
While inmates call out in despair
Is there anybody, somebody there? To help
Get some commissary to this visionary who is locked
In this world, called prison
©1995 Althea Culclasure
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