felon man

Imprisoned in the cage of heart
Freedom in his hands
Life parades and passes by
The man without a name
Captive there within a cage
Boiled down to worthlessness
Escape is just a hope away
But hope, for him, is dead
Enslaved by murderers of love
Surrendered to their whims
Pain, his friend, deserts him there
No longer keeps alive
His lost and bleeding wounded soul
Hollowed out by greed
The opposite of love’s not hate
It’s simply emptiness.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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