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Prisoner by Patrick Connors


I have lost my voice.

The only word I have ever felt beating

in my heart, echoing through my mind

has been taken from me.

The other prisoners

hiss and whisper the words

the broken-hearted cannot say out loud

and leave me in solitary silence.

But I know why.

They don't understand

the burden I am bound to carry

and must keep hidden deep inside.

This burden keeps me alive.

It gives me passion and purpose

and is the only thing I have

which is real.

If this word trapped in my throat

found daylight at the tip of my tongue

I would sing and shout, laugh and cry

and my sentence would be complete.

If I could see her again

make love to her slowly and gently

if I could say her name once more

then I would be free.


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