Saturday, January 28, 2012

Conviction

My unobtrusive utterings
go utterly unheard
the mushy mealy mutterings
of an inmate that's interred

within a pauper's prison
of his own unique design
where every bad decision
is just another worthless line.

I'm a poet-on-the-go
with my trusty mobile phone
but when reception's low
I'm a lyricist alone

I've digitized my diary
and keep it in my cell
the parts of me that I set free
from the cage in which I dwell.

5 comments:

Susie Clevenger said...

I love this...an inmate, a pauper's prison where every decision is just another useless line...I think I am in that prison as well...great piece.!

Chèvrefeuille said...

Love this poem RCH its so intense and powerful. Chapeau!

Paul Andrew Russell said...

Very nice, Bob. The poet's lament; no one listens and there's no money in it. Why do we do it?

Adhi Das said...

u r an above average poet...God love u..do keep writing!!!

rch said...

Hey fellow inmates, at least we keep ourselves entertained ;-)