Crowded
Crowded in this cageA sea of crickets
As the many thoughtless deeds of persons
Swallowing my soul
For years to come
Surrounding fortress locking 'child'
deep within these dripping walls of sweat.
I bear to finish
ladders to the top of
bouldered huts of stony towers
once becoming stars of glittered hope
until this final day of resting comes
to gather us together
into one.
3-11-10
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