Prison

Hi, This is my first time publishing anything and i know most of you guys know what it takes to make good poetry so i'll fess up and say i am just a beginner, with all the shyness and bashfulness that goes along with it. I'm forcing myself to show this to anyone, simply for fear of being torn apart at the seams, but it has to be done. Thanks, Darius. Prison My shadow, Upon grainy grey walls and cobblestones, Upright bicycles and metallic payphones; My departing silhouette, Descends between the slim ash trees, Unhurried and alone; A structure, Stood in solitude within wild meadows, Closed tight metal bars and weeping windows, Behind the last horizon gone; Glance back to dreams of yesterday, Spellbound by darkened woe; My future, Scribed deep with anxiety, sweating guilt; Vigilance may vacillate; I know they’ll grasp at hilt; Exist with one eye watching all; Let cold winds bring on streaming tears, And hope the ivy wilts.