Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Prisoner

A man was imprisoned behind a fence,
surrounded by an intense cloud
that smelled of dry cleaner fluid.
His anger and frustration grew daily
and was hurtful enough
to make death seem attractive.
When he was finally granted freedom,
he was disappointed to see that the world
was no different than his old trap.

Without walls, there is no hope of escape.