i walk around in my prison
looking out at the birds flying freely
in envy out of my prison
sit and write from my prison
make calls, meet friends, go to dinner
from my prison
escape for moments
between breaths
but always return to my prison
i am my own guard
the warden gave me rules
when I was growing up
that are still begging to be ignored
even in advanced years
can you see him coming
for me, anger in his step
full of broken promises
ghosts walking through walls
captured by memories
definitions clung to
into the grave
freedom will come
in the garden flowers
growing from my chest
no flesh then for my prison
no troubled thoughts
no nights or dawns
i have the keys
but keep them hidden
in my prison
and curse my guard
instead