Escaping Prison - Inspired By A Quote By Charles Bukowski
R Richard Wlodarski
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Staring at four bare walls
Some fool painted them black
The colour of my mood
When the sun is hiding
The walls stare back at me
Like a shattered mirror
With lipstick glued on it
Ghostly image still there
Four bare walls imprisoning me
Physical body withering
Mind now deteriorating
Writing poetry is freedom
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