Imprisoned
By Dave Aprahamian
Captured--Like Beasts of prey.
Many years of wait--Many moons shall past.
A look, A glance -- Many days lost.
Glance received, humiliating at a look of humanity,
Ahh, lost days, looks never to regain your youth,
vigor, hopes.
Crushed for many days,
By a simple look,
And you are there.
How your once proud stature is now your disgrace.
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