
Other visiting seasons: dissimilar
The ones of interchanging parallels
Without certainty which is which
I may feel more like a faint hologram
Switched on or off by apathetic eyes
Passed through like casual darkness
Vacant despite my obvious presence
Political prisoners have more rights
A voice that’s attentively listened to
Even if the prisoner’s demise is preset
Loved ones are the worst of captors
Stealing our forgiveness and hearts
Still, I pray daily for no negotiator
True self can’t succumb to be…lessor
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