The act of imprisoning others beyond any questions of guilt
or innocence leaves a scar on a person’s life that isn’t easily forgotten. The
Horizon is about putting such an experience down on paper.
The Horizon
I
have sat beside these bars to
watch the hours pass,
holding vigil as the sun must
rise to fall again and I outstretch my
hand to catch the rays,
keeping envy breeding inside
myself at the flock of pigeons that
go flying by,
oh must I stay?
Must I remain, locked down like
an animal in a cage?
Pacing this tiny room,
memorizing patterns in the stones,
I am screaming but I will not breathe,
the walls close in and my knuckles
bleed as I pound the hard concrete,
the blue of their uniforms no longer
calls my gaze, it melts within the
small horizon that I’ve made.
watch the hours pass,
holding vigil as the sun must
rise to fall again and I outstretch my
hand to catch the rays,
keeping envy breeding inside
myself at the flock of pigeons that
go flying by,
oh must I stay?
Must I remain, locked down like
an animal in a cage?
Pacing this tiny room,
memorizing patterns in the stones,
I am screaming but I will not breathe,
the walls close in and my knuckles
bleed as I pound the hard concrete,
the blue of their uniforms no longer
calls my gaze, it melts within the
small horizon that I’ve made.
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