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Captive!
By
Richard P. Haesche
Cold, barren monster
with eight arms and
twenty-eleven blank, staring eyes
surrounds my very being
etching misery deep within my soul!
Sitting on a hill, it solicits awe
in smug pretense of nobility. Getting
none, it defers to mockery of its captive!
Around the corner from a long, cold,
bitter hell stands a ray of sunshine
and a dim hope of release. But first,
the minimum term must be served!
A struggle to break my rusty bonds
ensnares me deeper into a tangled web
of frustration and despair whilst the
monster sits in contemplation of other,
more devious tortures!
A stark study in realism as a chance gaze
reveals a grim and mocking semblance of
lips, pursed in laughter, as a passing
gust of wind seems to whisper,
"You can't break your lease until summer!"
