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The Prisoner

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    The Prisoner

    eugene kuo, 26 September 1992


    He stands and sits and stands again

    Unable to keep still.

    The life he leads, no longer a man,

    Locked in his small cell.

    Life through a window, unreal as a dream

    Beyond bars of cold steel.

    The seasons change, or so it seems

    He waits for his next meal.

    A day or two, one hundered years,

    Time does not stand still.

    A man alone, his eyes wet with tears

    A man stripped of his will.

    eugene kuo

    26 September 1992


    This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a nonprofit collective.