Lost Freedom
Gone far away from the shackles on the prison wall
Far from the iron links that bound them to
The only life they knew.
Freedom they said was walking in the prison yard
Freedom was the security of the iron bed and floodlit cell.
Safety was the sound of the striking prison bell
Endless in its rise and fall.
Endless the passing hours in grains of running sand.
Endless nights and empty days and fitful sleep
And dreams of hell unchained.
Memories of days that had never been
Came running back and were always real.
Somewhere in another cell another self banged against
The bars and screamed screams of despair
Into silent whirlpools of turbulent thoughts.
Then the day came and the light came
The links were smashed to smithereens
Opened all the doors and set the dreamer free
Left behind that other self
And wandered lost into an empty world.
tony mcneile
15.4.07
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