The barbed wire hangs like golden tinsel
as the winter sun sinks below the prison wall.
The shadow climbs, window by window,
floor by floor, plunging into darkness,
the cells and souls of men.
Another day, another year, another Christmas;
another world!

Comments
Highhat | December 12, 2010 - 20:48
You bet prison is another world for the innocent ;)
Happy christmas to you too
;)Pia
jacques07 | December 13, 2010 - 11:39
A good poem threeleaf; short and effective.
SundaysChild | December 13, 2010 - 19:54
Good poem. Thanks for sharing, hope you are well.