by cricketjeff on March 8, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I lived there once, loved too. Thought my life mattered, thought I fitted in, thought that I could be a part, not apart. You were there, I knew I needed you, knew I wanted you. We walked together for a while. Walked miles, saw so many faces, heard so many songs, felt the breeze, and lived. And then you walked away. Now I know truth. Know the pain, know the heartache, know it can never be. Outside this window is a prison and I alone am free.
Children! Laughing, chasing, playing, hoping. What disappointments they face, their fools of teachers filling their heads with lies of life. They can only lose, everyone loses. I lost once, lived and lost. I escaped and locked the door, leaving them all trapped in their asylum, trapped with their madnesses, their hates and hopes. Only I stay free. Free in my room, free to be me, free to forget.
I envy the inmates.
7. A recluse looking out a window
I have no idea if this constitutes a prose poem, but it is what it is.