Saturday, November 27, 2010

My Design

I escape
when I build a prison of worries,
sad-ending stories, and lies.
I flee
to a nice countryside house
I've constructed myself and designed.
But soon
all that I have ever known
conspires -- the windows are barred.
I know
that perhaps someone else's house
should have been the home I found.

2 comments:

  1. Nice. I thank God for you and your prison...it has led to help me more than you know. Love you!

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