The Prisoner

Am I supposed to gravitate toward light,
As moths and algae do? Am I to test
The windows of this prison when I fear
What lies beyond, and have, through
Years of study, learned the subtlest
Of features of the stones beneath
My feet? Am I, in short, expected
To be cartoon-superhero brave,
And bash my way out of this place,
To face a world I cannot fathom?
Are the smiles there sincere? Will
Those in it prove to be halfway honest
With a gaping stranger? Soon enough,
They'd turn away, and I'd be apt to do
The same, bedazzled by the light
I'm still not sure I ought to seek.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-06 at 13:04

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