The Grizzly Growl

The Grizzly Growl

The Prison

Ethan Williamson, Author

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The Prison

Cold bars on all ends.

A question fills my head.

Is this my prison?

I made it,

I built it.

Freedom is open.

I choose to stay.

Something is wrong.

Something keeps me here,

Something binds me here.

 

Hot air blowing below.

A question fills my head.

Who is the warden?

I made his task.

I built his purpose.

He was my friend.

I choose to stay.

Something is still wrong.

Something keeps me here,

Something binds me here.

 

Links begin to strain.

Desperation fills my head.

I know my chains.

I made them.

I built them.

There is no real freedom.

They choose when I choose.

That is wrong.

That is what keeps me here.

They will bind me no longer.

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