Prison Poem by Ridge Dillard

I’d rather die

Than live one more “Free” day

In this Prison…

It’s not the food or board

Which has me down

It’s that “Lock & Key” sound

It’s knowing i’m trapped here

Until Fate sees fit

To unleash my talent, potential, and wit

My Life is a Prison

From which i can barely see

Hollywood Hills glistening

I’d trade my chains

for the most meager portion

Of that endless fortune

Trade these shackles

For a tidbit of fame

A handful of fools

To recall my name

And agree in unison

'He’s got that something special'

But i’m here encaged

Roomed with my ambition and rage

And theres an ever-present anger

Etched onto my face

Because this bright something

Is a prisoner to oppressive tastes

And well on his way

To becoming

The one thing he fears most