Grounds Pass
By susanne
Aimlessly I walk In the damp and drizzly cold Along the beaten path 30 minutes of freedom on a grounds pass Eyes cast down Autumn colored leaves make crackling sounds No cadence found in my stumbling steps Feet full of lead Walking the walk of the undead... Barely the strength to lift my hole infested head Surrounded it seems by strangely colored cob webs Body unfamiliar to me Brain in a purple haze Lips and mouth dry from the "medicine" high Into the silent monotony I look up to see Father John scury by Left the church for a wife and home Now speaks a language in a world all his own 20 years here a lifetime to atone... for his sins As I wither inside I feel the ache in his bones Wind getting stronger thunder clouds ahead Fear Rolls Clock on the tower says it's quarter past the hour Try to run but can't Feet full of lead Sweat on my brow in big trouble now Gotta make it somehow back...to the cell Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 05:00 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Aimlessly I walk..."