Injustice of My Outrage

Jail my thoughts

In bonds of tears,

And shackle me

in chains of fears.

My shadow prisons

a wall dimense;

beyond escape

or common sense.


Judgment and conviction dwell

Solitary, in a closely guarded cell.

I weapon my concealment,

Searching through the bars my fingers make.

My hands confine thoughts.

My mind becomes a cage

For the everwake

Injustice of my outrage.



Spring 1985

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