Tony Avila Sampson - Imprisonment

Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun,
The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun;

Metal doors slam shut, rumbling its echo down the hall,
Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall;

There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys,
To rattle the quite where freedom none sees;

Moment by moment goes time so deep to know,
Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow;

Tony Avila Sampson

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