a walk on the wild side

its after someone gets out of prison, no jungles involved :)

A walk

With the

Occasional

Small talk

Trees and saplings

Buds sprouting

Closed my eyes

Let it all soak in

It smelt oddly

Green

I am enjoying this

Moment

My first steps of freedom

After 15 years

Of grey concrete

And orange jumpers

Never will I make

That same mistake again

That building kills

Your soul from the inside out

Right down to your core

Till you are empty

A living zombie

Till you see life as

A blur and you see

Only in grey scale

Where you are treated

Like misbehaving children

With plastic utensils

15 years of my life gone by

Never again will that happen

This freedom is wild

Crazy and exciting

I will remember this

Walk on the wild side

And my crazy journey

To get here

 

 

Reviews

[roy mccarthy]

awesome poem,
from start to finish!

This is wonderful, such an enjoyable read.

[onceafaerietale]

Its really good. One suggestion: keep it all in the same tense (present)