Freed
Seated on this restaurant's outdoor patio, by myself,
I say grace, over my Spartan supper,
For the abundance of freedom that's possessed my spirit,
Brought me such an uncommon plenitude of happiness,
Since my escape from the rancid, rat-infested cell,
In the depths of desperation's debtors' prison,
Where existence was a cruel delusion, a sadistic liability,
And the promise of healing, hope, and love
Was nothing less than the progress of death in life.
11/09/09 - (2)
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