Through Prism Walls Poem by Anita Atina

'Through Prism Walls'
Jammin’ with Al Ramos


Bashing against cushioned walls
A voice one but he hears, calls
Of his lovely prison
Bloodless agony escapes
Ecstasy that it drapes
Quiet lips
Sealed by deaths grip
Knowing that a blue sky waits yonder
Among the dark shadows one can ponder
With torn wings, a sinking ship
He sets his compass for a one way trip
Drowning in a bitter sea
Watching the breath of life
Escape in pretty bubbles
Carved with a homemade knife
From a bleeding heart
Tiptoeing around a mind field of rubble
Waiting for the escape hatch to open
Because escape is better than hopin’
Knocking desperately at the door
Echoing despair, through the cracked floor
Escaping this lovely prison is easy
Close your eyes, your thoughts become breezy
When it’s cushioned and pretty
And your thinking is done by committee!