I sit here in prison.
Johnny Cash playin’.
Sound of trains
It just took a few seconds.
It’s been twenty-three years.
I don’t think about it no more.
Because it also tortures me.
I felt indestructible.
A hot head got me cold time.
No one seems to care.
My so-called buddies used to come by.
Couple of them has been in and out of here.
But mostly it’s just me.
How can one drunken moment define
who I am for the rest of my life?
Well, I’ve got a surprise for you.
You’re in prison too.
Before you came here
you were able to fly on some astral plane.
The angels I found told me all about it.
Now you’re stuck in a cell like me.
And I don’t feel so bad.
One thought on “Inside Out”
I am enjoying how you can really take on different perspetives, like in the spider poem and this one.