Prison (1993)

Poem By Patrick Wescott

I'm locked in a cell
and the key is around my neck.
For this is a prison
of my own design.

I feel safe behind these bars,
where no one knows my feelings.
But one of my jailers is tempting me,
and a part of me longs to break free.

What was the crime that put me here?
Was I ever truly judged by my peers?

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