Alcatraz

When love is closed

Where sleep protests

and prayers hang from your lips

Forlornly I gaze at blackened bars above my head

My view blocked, as I lay in my tomb

The moon has crept with common ease

through the darkened bars, where

on woven seat

I sit and cry

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