I am A Prisoner in A 20th Century Body.
I am a prisoner in a 20th century body.-by-MFB III
I am trapped in a
20th century body
my soul imprisoned,in a cage of ribs,
and fleshy walls
struggling throughthe backside of
my life sentence
for now I am moving from
the general populationonto death row
in this the 21st century,I am offered at most
30 years of hard time,perhaps 40 with good behavior
58 years....68 years.....78...years.....
perhaps dare chanceI dream...88 years
my appeals havebeen exhausted
my youth was stolen from me
and now I am amiddle-aged man
in a 20th century body
a little boy is trapped here too,
playing with some of myfavorite memories...endlessly
and he reminds me thatsome of my time was well served
and there is a poet in there as well
hungry for words...knowing he can never fill his heart
with enough to satisfythe creative hungers
that will follow him to his grave
there is a sexual beingimprisoned there as well
who knows the time isdrawing near when
this too shall pass
and for this the voraciousnessof his appetite is excessive
but in the dark hollow of my soul,
where I crouch...humbled
I do not sit, and justwait for the warden of fate
to take me to my demise
rather I allow mymind to fly beyond
the confines of mybody, and my soul
to explore areas never touched,words seldom written
love not yet experienced,and happiness that is found most
in the grin of a child
I am a prisoner in a20th century body
I scratch grafitti onthe walls of my skin
that closely resembleswrinkles and age spots
to remind others thatthey too some day
will share my fate
treasure your youth.....make well of it...expound on it
take chances,for soon it too will be stolen
and you will take my place
as a middle-aged person,
trapped in a 21st century body.
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