"As the morning dawned"

Woke up this morning

looking at metal bars scabbed with rust

giving way to wind's acid gust

outside the window.

Beyond clouds grazing on blue meadows,

floating in that autistic manner

without the babel nor the clamour,

so emancipated from the earth.

Taking a wide berth

from the aches and pains wrinkling her skin,

beaten, betrayed by her own kin-

people just like me,

who hide behind bars yet think they're free.

People that through crime, war and treason

begin tapping into the reason

of why we exist yet do not live,

take yet do not give.

So I kept looking at clouds beyond

metal bars as this morning dawned

to the wind humming.