Sentence lifted


​Served up 25 to life. Broken plates dished over time. Prison of my mind. Felon guilty of his crimes. Signs to note pieces of the present 26 lines. Sentences compiled with letters under lights. Rights unfollowed in misdirection looking for what’s left. Pressed against bars sitting along the bench. Working out frustrations, pulling up sections. Lessons learned when the shadow was present. I can’t keep doing this on my own. Bring it to a close, showing me the end of the rope. But not hanging by, just play the chords. Heavenly melodies presented graciously. Pleasantly releasing me from depressive tendencies. Anxieties unchained by righteous sacrifice. Eyes no longer looking down raw at night.

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