Uncategorized, Writing

He longs for fresh pastures

as he waits within his cell,

Tasting licks of stale air,

A sandpaper tongue that dances

like a candle flame,

He doesn’t feel the warmth;

Hunger keeps him eager

whilst his brothers fall to sleep,

They’re all dreaming,

Freedom lies beyond the walls

of solid stone,

He is stood, already, there;

The wooden cage begins to fade

into horizons, green,

A vision driving onward,

He stands alone

somewhere between,

Inescapable reality


the safety of his dream.



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