Blind eyes
Can't see the winter sky.
Today
It is my one last chance
To hit
My doubts by systematised facts.
To kill
The prisoner in me.
I have never been the prisoner,
I have never been the prisoner,
I will never be the prisoner.
And again....
Grey walls
Are going to absorb me.
My hands
Are looking like the wings.
One've less,
Who can not feel emotions.
One die,
Who can't kill prisoner in him.
Red - the color of dead,
Black - the colour of check,
White - the color of pride.
Do you wanna fight?
The Prisoner
© Copyright: Александр Лем, 2010
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