Rhythms Shaking Bars Of An Interior Prison Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Musical rhythms now shaking bars of an interior prison, trying to escape, yet it just doesn't seem to be possible for mind and heart.

They seem to be captivated by colors of sound as they become sensitized and left to fend for themselves, just recognizing beginnings of yesterday.

Things that happened so long ago now held in a song, holding intellect in a prison of the heart, not letting go, racing past all energy while meaning to be a part of another life.