Escaping A Lovely Prison Poem by Anita Atina
Escaping A Lovely Prison
Bashing against the cushioned walls
Of his lovely prison
Bloodless agony escapes
Quiet lips
Knowing that a blue sky waits yonder
With torn wings, on a sinking ship
Drowning in a bitter sea watching the breath of life
Escape in pretty bubbles
Waiting for the escape hatch to open
Knocking desperately at the door
Escaping a lonely prison isn’t easy
When its cushioned and pretty!
You know I understand his dilemma. Only I'm on the outside looking in, I think
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4/26/2024 12:02:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Anita, this is so well expressed and it rings such bells for me right now. The word 'quiet' speaks so well (for me) to disempowerment - the loss of one's 'voice', as does the sense of drowning. Beautifully put! David.