Prison Of Despair

I stare again at the light
The escape from this inky blackness
That for twenty-two years
Has been my universe

I search for a hold
Some way to enter the light

What's this?
I have found a hold!

A single rung on the ladder

I begin to climb
The air is getting clearer
The light brighter

Finally
after all these years
I escape my murky prison
Of despair

As I emerge into the daylight
My spirit soars
After all these years
I AM FREE

12 June 1999
�Daniel J. Schintz



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