Living Room


 

I had read of a prisoner…

Many moons ago.imageedit_8_4140072617

Who lived his life as though.

Lived his life as though,

he had been able to traverse the earth.

Move about…

Beyond a stone birth.

 

In tune with…

And,  in times of,  crippled creeks.

Disrespectful pride.

Meanderings of feeling meek.

 

In times of, chastened heart and…

Disabled woe.

I often ponder…

‘Where is it I would like to go?’

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