Return

Floors of gray concrete
Walls of steel and cold
Cubicle of emotional pain
In the corner a shapeless form
Turns his head and smiles

Returned once again
Slamming of cage doors
Alive never more, I wish
Pain is forged into a smile
A laugh hides my feeling

I fight back my tears
A shoulder to cry on
Is all I require
I ask for little
and receive even less

I am at peace in my asylum
So leave me be, now I smile
Now I cringe, now I cower
Fear races to my head
Doubt races to my sanctuary
Alone at last in dignity




© 2003, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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