Oh
To roam
Free
Beyond
The
Walls
Of
Tyranical
Mind
Visitors
Discouraged
Very
Few furloughs
Granted
Will
My fate
Then
Be to
Languish
Until
My last
Breath
In
A solitary exile
Within
A prison
Rumoured to
Have been
Engineered & erected
For
My protection.
Echoing
Through the corridors
The taunting
Refrain
Of
A Love
That offers
Release
Which
Remains
Near enough
To taste
But
Forever
Out of
Reach
R. O'Neill (March 11, 2019)
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