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The Novelist Portent
Johnny E. Mahaffey
June 19, 2018
IN FORGOTTEN PRISON
In Forgotten Prison a man
I've sat and waited with no hope
for all the love (and life) that has been
lost to me, with distances growing.
And with each mile-like year
of dirt in shovels, tossed with
every step forward in Time;
so love and life are tossed behind
in Forgotten Prison.
A woman (or three) there was to love
this forsaken man; but one and only one
smart enough and honest enough to stay
while so many run free and clear. That one
I'll never know as Time moves on
in Forgotten Prison.
In Forgotten Prison a man
I've been with no discernible future
outside of these walls that have been
forced upon me, with distances closing.
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