Walls 2
In my nightmares.
I see you sitting there.
Sitting alone at rivers edge.
I'm almost positive that you're dead.
Because you don't move inside my head.
Roses forming where thorns once fell.
He who desires but does not receive.
Conform to keep you inside prison walls.
Reality seeks fantasy in motionless stalls.
As prisoners keep their concubines tied up in knots.
Thursday 5:30 pm 3/6/2014
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2014
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