Prisoners

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Prisoners

Seperated by a piece of glass.
Two prisoners sit
holding hearts a bay.
Reflections
of unhappiness.
Hands upon the glass, cold.
Palm to palm, warming.
Wishing for, wanting contact.
Can you feel the warmth?
It's here, waiting....
for you.

 

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We all live in prisons of our own making. I look around me sometimes and wonder where my plans for life went. Then I remember that while I was making plans everything changed. Now I sit here without a clue and no consolation. Go figure. Very dynamic work.

Jessica onelilartist