Steel bars

Cement walls

A bed sits

Next to toilet stalls-

And inside the prison

Souls do weep

Against their secrets

Lessons to keep…

Within these walls

Prison is seeing

Even by accident

Known is meaning.

It’s when the steel

And cement isn’t clear

That prison is ignored

But staggered by fear…

And in these moments

Reality comes through..

Lost is life

Before anyone knew.


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I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.