prisoners poem

behind the wall of solitude
in a couple of faces between
you see a young old man
his shadow belongs to me

indeed laws were broken by me
I do expect the sentence
now better to know how many
months they give me with ants

maybe they will be gracious
give a cell and not moldy bread
and perhaps just a little wonder
then I get a pillow and my own bed

  • enja, vielen, vielen Dank für diesen tollen Text.
    Du kannst nicht ermessen, wie viel er uns im Moment bedeutet.
    Liebe Grüße