Our prison

That faux sense of pride
is our prison
the most treacherous sort –
the one with
no bars
all the inmates
convicted and
sentenced
to drown beneath
brackish water
of the depths.

Words written while standing here… peep the beauty admist the garbage/litter on the ground (metaphor).

Copyright © 2021 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.

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