Succinct Poetry: The Prison

Succinct Poetry: The Prison

by Liam

When it’s the deep distant chalice

You are reaching for

Take a hammer to the dungeon wall

Grab the keys and run

Bolt as if you will be born into color

It’s urgent, it’s now

For time is not the ticking off the clock

It’s the writing on the wall

Remember this.

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