The Colours of Prison
a poem
Pious isolation was the shade of her cage
Rays of fractured light assailed in form of
Impetuous greed descending the walls
Spoiling the candle wood floors
Oozing decay ravaged partitions where
Nightmares hung in pallid frames
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This was inspired after reading Sean Patrick’s latest Top Story 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
And began life as this (before I turned it into an acrostic);
The walls were the colour of isolation
Splattered in the virus of greed
Oozing from above and below
Decay peeled through the sides
Spoiling the candle wood floors
With deadly particles
of bitterness
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About the Creator
Kayleigh Fraser ✨
philosopher, alchemist, writer & poet with a spirit of fire & passion for all things health & love related 💫
“Darkness to me is like water to the sea”
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