Prisoner Poem by Sandra Feldman
Prisoner
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I can't be free,
Words imprison me,
They are beside me all day long,
Writing becomes my only song,
Pulling, moving my right hand,
That has to write more than it can.
I am a Prisoner of Poetry,
The air I breath,
It is to me,
Since I was very, very young,
From its transcendent precious tree,
My humble fruit, has sweetly hung.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,poetry
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6/13/2025 3:25:56 PM # 1.0.0
Nice, very nice! One must do, what one is compelled to.