Do these paintings on the walls make your prison like a field?
Do these echoes of your voice calm your loneliness?
Does this little light passing the crack of cardboard covering
this little 8 to 8-inch window
brighten your days as sunbeams?
You are addicted to your prison.
It is
your home now.
Now you fight any light that undermines your sunshine.
You repair any crack on the walls of your imaginative freedom
that it might collapse one day.
Yet it is your walls that you are defending
Not your freedom.
Your mind is born in this dungeon
that's why you defend it with your life
for it
defines
you.
