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[drawing of the back of a bald man's head. At the back of his head is a person stuck behind bars and pressing their face against them.]
Alone
I remember back to those days of old
Whether summer's warm
or winter's cold
no friends to bring home
I was alone.
I'd look out my window
wishing to be like all the others
with groups of friends and sisters and brothers
Now I look out a different window
and it's macabre what I see
I lay in bed wrapped in wool
I rise to eat a meal that'll never make me full
Pop. Bang. Jingle. Thump. Jingle. Scream. Bang.
I call that music these days
as I swallow long in this "just" maze.
Numerals replace the alphabet
twisted politics replace morals
but this is correction.
Weekly I watch mothers cry
infants scream
loved ones fade from the picture
like darkness at dawn
hope is something few hold on
if they want to survive, not all will ever leave alive.
I sit in my concrete coffin, and think of how often
I haven't felt alone, and I'm troubled by what I have
now come to see, that I am no longer alone because
there are two million just like me, looking out windows
in this land so "free."
Reggie
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