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.
26 September 1992
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