(This is for the mislead youth finding a way through…)
A statue in a four walled prison,
Entrapment screaming in rage….
Like the moonlight bleeds in its crimson,
A wounded pigeon without a cage…
The wind and its carnage,
A wall that chants rebellion…
The lamp with a taunting hemorrhage,
A loser with a medallion ….
The gift with a ribbon of curses,
A feather to write a book…
The wooden box with no roses,
A string that’s got no hook…
The firefly in a jar of wax,
A candle with a wooden wick…
The knight with a marble axe,
A flower on a porcelain stick…
The paint on a broken glass,
A ring on a swollen thumb…
Coffee inside a woolen flask,
A memory sunk in rum…
The flight to a landing plane,
A chime on a dead telephone…
The spite in a laughing face,
An eyelid carved in limestone…
The nicotine in a stubbed cigarette,
A weed in a tulip’s garden…
The tint in a street light silhouette,
A sear in a winter jargon…
