Incarceration

This time will come,

Come with its grip; tangles

Upon the weary heart

Distorted by pain.

This is a new page to write

And write I shall 'till ink can't cough

No smudges,

Just a dull paper pale

Written in whisper ink invisible to the eye


Just like a fish hidden deep in the sea

Muttering careless gossip of A.B.C

See, all is easy;

Relax your mind, the storm will pass

Death holds no prisoner;

Incarceration only imprison in your mind.