Prison Bars Poem by Matt Burgett

Sometimes when I look up at night
Right up at the stars
I feel that in some crazy way
They remain my prison bars

Because I escaped that fate
Quite a long time ago
Back in the time
When the ground was still covered in snow

Back then the stars were my only friend
They would never stab my back
Or laugh in my face
When all I would do was prick myself with a tack

And I am much happier now
And the stars should be a lucky hand
But now when I just look at them
I hurt till I just can't stand

I don't understand
Why they still hurt me
But I guess it just gets me feeling
How I felt in that memory

And as long as I continue to look up
On those rare clear nights up at the stars
I will never get over them being
Even worse than prison bars