The View Outside
A poem by Eric King
Blueberry colored lights, sky descending
tilting my head up, the universe presents itself
one more graceful night, dreams of worlds beyond
Did I see a shooting star, outside my wall?
No, it was a search-light echoing the violence
reflective glares blind so harmoniously
off the razor wire, gently withing my reach
steel asserts its might as it resurrects from hell
to gain an air of freedom, to stand coffin deep
doors shriek in tune, to keep me in, or keep “them out”?
All my dreams of peace have deceived me
Recreation in a cage, I have become a beast
10,00 volts is so cooley welcoming
the sparks they purr at me
Like a high I’ve never known, one touch & you’re hooked
stars run away, lest they be captured & sentenced
Prisoners in a war, did I ever enlist in?
Shine mimics beauty & holds a cold stare
shine entombs deadly, should you forget
uniforms may change but society will ensure
That you will never, be free from this burden
-Eric King (V) (///) (A)