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"A Bike Ride by the Prison" By Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on October 29, 2013
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"A Bike Ride by the Prison"

Temptation has left me singed by fire

Unwilling to pay the price, succumbing to desire

Shoved forward into a cloud of smoke

Metal bars gripped so tight they choke

Calls echo through the halls slipping out into the night

Morph me into a bird so i can soar and take flight

Repent, i must, for a job well done

Release my soul into the yard to soak in the sun

Drenched in salt from sweat and tears

They flow from my glands, my deed measured in years

Is it good or evil that courses through my veins?

Thought is cheap, i'm a number now, what's in a name?

Spirits stalk, demanding me to take their side

I just want to be free, I don't want to decide

Apologies won't reconcile my poor decisions

Outside my window, i see myself

On a bike ride by the prison

By Eric Wayne Flynn

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Christine, this is one of my earliest ones. I was riding my bike by a prison and thought what it would feel like to be inside the prison, we've all done things that demand persecution but not all of us have been caged, of course that depends on our socioeconomic status and race and other societal judgemental factors. Classic case of trying to walk a mile....

      EWF

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      Christine Marie 3 years ago

      Eric,

      Browsing here before noon today.. this is really nice: I felt like I was on a bike passing a prison... but not until the end. The photo gripped my mind first, then I entered into your prose, and read feeling the mental anguish of the non-cyclist...lastly to discover this was about you on your bike.

      True talent,

      Christine

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 4 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks again Faith

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Excellent poetry here! Wow, very profound indeed. You are very gifted.

      Voted up ++++ and sharing

      God bless, Faith Reaper

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      Robert A. Joseph 4 years ago

      Darn good prose, Eric. I could feel freedom lost...nice verbal picture. It stunned me into keyboard silence, saddened me, too. Thanks for a fine work, and hope it's not prophetic...joking, my friend, :-D