in this four corners

with the walls

closing in

shackled feet

were groaning

in misery

my mind can run


as my ink spilled

trapped no more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was thinkin� of one who wrote while in prison.  His confinement did not deter him to let free his thoughts.  He's Dr. Jose P. Rizal, our national hero.

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techpoet's picture

Turly thought-porvoking!!! The premise of not finding an outlet from day-to-day complications until finding the almighty pen is excellent. I loved the brief yet direct approach describing a type of panic with the 4 compacting walls. Well done my friend.

Violet Carolina's picture

Loved this!

. Donkerman's picture

Yes, how true it the thought - you can be in a prison, but no one can stop the mind to travel far and wide behind the high walls. It made me stare over the ocean, thinking about thoughts, dreams, and the pen... A lovely poem! Regards Donkerman