There is no escape from this lonesome prison <br />Excluding within body-bag-and-tag. <br />And Lord knows I gone farther than every one's expectations! <br />Yet I barely recognise my own self <br />under my unattended overgrown bearded face. <br /> <br />I know somewhere underneath this masquerade <br />there once lived a humble dreamer-man, <br />and as more time progresses <br />more time than my hands and feet can account for, <br />all those Monte Cristo years of youthful glory...now gone pass. <br /> <br />There is no escape by my own hands! <br />Death is not within my own grasp <br />so here I suffer another solitary day in misery's quarters, <br />re-living every joyous pleasant memory <br />One droplet...drip drop...at a time. <br /> <br />How much should I learn here? <br />And how much of it can I take be-own here? <br />Will I become a better man? <br />Or yet more confuse than I ever been! <br /> <br />Take another droplet full of knowledge, <br />take my cellmates body out of death-bag, <br />saw my self inside the body-bag <br />stitching all alongside to the top. <br /> <br />Alas! Find my self in riverbank <br />in the early hours of dawn. <br />and with hopes to new found knowledge <br />in this prison death won't find me. <br /> <br />But find me it will <br />and so shall find all of us, <br />Yet let it be in good spirits <br />in glorious gracious laughter. <br /> <br />Let it be swift as the wind <br />and calm as a water-pond, <br />in sweet-dreams as true blessing <br />but if awake! <br />May my eyes see sunlight and clouds, <br />Green pastures and a light rain, <br />and my three beautiful babies <br />waving farewell to Dad. <br /> <br />This are my treasures to keep<br /><br />Gengis Capote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/count-of-monte-cristo/
