Here is another poem in which I likened myself to a prisoner and expressed the desire to be free.
PRISONER
Locked up inside myself,
I look at the world around me.
I see.....
cars, trains, jets, lights, buildings,
signs, machines, money and people,
all rushing by - so fast, I can't see.
I hear....
horns, whistles, bells, motors, sirens, alarms, shouts, screams, coughs & voices
all talking - so loud, I can't hear.
I feel...
so lost and frightened, smothered, defeated, unimportant and uncounted.
Where are the mountains and trees, the rivers and oceans and fields and prairies?
Where do I listen to hear the roar of the sea, the wind and the birds and to hear myself think?
In a world of mass confusion..
Where do I fit in?
I WANT TO BE FREE!
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