Poetry · Writing

returned prison

i can hear you

yet

i can’t see you

cheer you

on

from a

distance

but i can’t see you

the boxed prison:

passed down and down

the one you’ve seen in books

long ago

didn’t believe it existed

yet here it is;

still around

i know you are there

and i see you

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