ExileA Poem by A.J.Exile
Outside, it’s as cloudy as it is in here on a regular basis, The rain trickling down through my breath on the window- across the bars symbolic of my self-imposed cell.
It pours from the bed of the creek downhill into the unknown Though even if it were the waters of john, it would never be enough to save my soul-
So I remain here within my confines, away from the world, Though if you were to ask, I am by most accounts- free to go.
There is nothing out there for me, at least not within my grasp; I am forsaken, forgotten, alone in this so-called “home” by everything that I love, searching for a change in this tune.
I find myself checking the phone, hopeful and dreaming as usual, Though Ive known for some time now, not to expect that call; A symptom of longing long cursed into emptiness- But the battery’s charged and ready to go- that’s a plus.
To penance, I am four years a slave, and amends have been finally made- though the price, I still pay. The chains are rusting, but not quite ready to break. © 2014 A.J.Featured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 21, 2014 Last Updated on December 21, 2014 AuthorA.J.Ft. Gibson, OKAboutMy pen name is AJ. As far as writing, I enjoy finding the beauty, the tragedy, the strength and the reality of everything, right down to smallest, seemingly most insignificant details. The world as I .. more..Writing
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