Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Prison

The way out is clear but it seems out of reach
and this burden drains me, this relentless leech
I cannot make the climb, I cannot break free
for these rusting chains, are fixed into me

Movement is painful, they creak and they tear
stained with my blood they arrogantly wear
with the stench of this pit of corpses and meat
and the odor of fungi growing on the concrete

This prison is cruel in its silence and chill
Like a hospice what allows the disease to kill
I fade as I starve and I suffocate in the smog
and when I break it will strike, end me like a dog

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Narayan Liu