Inside Looking Out
Staring out the window of a shared 10 by 10,
Running from the reality that freedom is not mine,
again.
Florescent lights beam down, in place of the sun...
The seconds seem like hours yet, the days go,
only 1 by 1.
Fed barely enough to keep us alive, the warmth of home seems so out of sight,
Forgetting we're human, we all look like zebras,
in our suits of black and white.
Some have made a home here, knowing where
they go next.
A tear rolls down my cheek, wondering...
why they've been hexed.
Yet, whether we cry or laugh, our hearts will keep beating,
it's so darn cold in here, and gone is the
luxury of warmth
and central heating.
Angela Stuhmer
Running from the reality that freedom is not mine,
again.
Florescent lights beam down, in place of the sun...
The seconds seem like hours yet, the days go,
only 1 by 1.
Fed barely enough to keep us alive, the warmth of home seems so out of sight,
Forgetting we're human, we all look like zebras,
in our suits of black and white.
Some have made a home here, knowing where
they go next.
A tear rolls down my cheek, wondering...
why they've been hexed.
Yet, whether we cry or laugh, our hearts will keep beating,
it's so darn cold in here, and gone is the
luxury of warmth
and central heating.
Angela Stuhmer
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