The Cold of the Old Prison
Here for life
is not a tolerable thought
and is hard to accept.
Surely something good should
happen and save me
from this rotten old prison.
When it was new
it was proudly
displayed to all.
Now a major effort
is made
to ignore the obvious obsolescence
Doors open with screams of pain
preferring open or closed to
opening and closing.
The ever increasing decay
prompts breaking off of chunks
with the slightest unnoticed touch,
Slimy floors result
from the spraying hose
with the shrunken nozzle.
Water leaks from the
corners of the windows making
the cold and dark more cruel.
Cloudy watermarks tear the windows
blocking the sunshine
and evidence of living things.
Years of green moss buffer
the sounds and life
is a silent movie.
There are two possibilities
leave this familiar old prison
and take oblivion.
Or search the internet
and order an incarnation
from India
Doug Minnis
January 22, 2012