Imprisoned in the Cell of the Mind
This loneliness,
Its exile,
Unto a solitary cell.
Twenty-thee hour lockdown,
One in the yard
Then back to the Cell…
A memory cell
of the mind.
This is where I exist, subsist,
Confined,
To do my penance,
The spare change of my sentence,
All the while, dying sweetly,
In her arms of reminiscence…
11.11.8 John T Tansey
Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey
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