A Poem by Joshua L Stelling
There is a glass wall in my prison
Through which the sunlight comes
Red and blonde
Blushing sky
Do anything you will to me
Torture me
Dehumanize
And I will have but one reply
Thank you for the window
I don’t speak to my captors
They are not alive
They have no ears
They have no eyes
I speak only to the sky
I see only this window
Though my body is encaged
My love a parting dream
And the world a child’s toy
I fly
With the bauble of the sun my soul will rise
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