1912 Abandoned jail now haunted by some not so faded memories



Freedom – is vague and sometimes elusive,

and when you are locked way,

so secure and safe

that your guard is laid aside,

its only then

your mind is free to roam to the far reaches of your world.

Sometimes I long for the days when I was locked away –

without a choice –

without a chance –

with no responsibility for growth or expression –

but then –

a bigger coward that I am would not be me.


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