(A poem I wrote)
*PRISONS SQUARE*
Slanted wall
Prisons square
Bound by depths
of hellish fear
Holy Holy
Angels stand
foot of bed
Twinkling sound?
Homeword bound!?
Could it be
Call is here
To leave
Oh leave
The prisons square!?
But no...
There is no sound
From angels horn
Or loved ones near
No hand is raised
From arm
To square
Breath deep
The poison
Of despair
Your lot
To choke
To curse
To cry
To plead
To mourn
To LIVE...not die
Bound forever
Forsaken
fear
All Alone
IN PRISONS SQUARE
