The Prisoner Poem by john o'connell

The Prisoner



Trapped in the momentum of a vicious-circle
the prisoner breaths mothball odours
from the wardrobes of his yesterdays
while cartwheeling through the vacuums
and voids of time and space
in preparation for the grave.

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Limerick, Ireland
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