The Prisoner Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

The Prisoner



It's pouring with rain outside
And for now, at least, I am
A prisoner in my own home
But do I mind, oh no, not I
With a good book, pen and pad to hand
In my mind, I am very far away
In a marvellous land of fantasy

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