Dumped Behind Prison Bars Poem by gregory collins

Our dreams are dumped behind prison bars,
as it's only once in a lifetime your life can be spared.
But i am not mad, just kissed death until she withdrew into oblivion,
and i know this is against the ethereal finite of this world.
But i am just a dream held like a string of beads.
Each one of me devoured by the flame of my soul.
Each of me to be plucked like a grass flower of the innocent days of old.
Where hopefully my life will not poison the ocean.
Hopefully someone will just once listen across the eternal river.
Just grasp the void after void and suddenly spread their arms.
As there is no use worrying if you have a firm hold on the heart,
because the crying gone has started to run down the rifle thrown.
Where i cup my hands to drink from the ropes and chains.
Where I have given myself a laugh, and can you tell me if there are any signs of it.