the prison door clangs open, <br />the man in me set free. <br />with nothing left <br />but the clothes on my back, <br />and feet that know <br />the way home... <br /> <br />rain begins to fall <br />with the coming of night. <br />i seek shelter beneath a bridge. <br />staring into the blackness <br />i see, i think i see... <br />one solitary star. <br /> <br />a star that tastes like bread, <br />and meat scorched by the flame. <br />that feels like warm blankets, <br />clean sheets, the bare skin of a woman. <br />a light that pours, invades a room, <br />and fills the room with living. <br /> <br />water drips down my face, <br />mixes with tears... <br />my fists open and close, <br />my mind the same. <br />and all the sounds of the night <br />become the sounds of breathing. <br /> <br />the prison door clangs open, <br />the body carried on a stretcher. <br />the lights flashing turn off, <br />no more need to hurry. <br />the driver stares blankly, <br />tires whisper prayers on wet roads!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prison-door-clangs-open/
