My eyes lose their struggle
closing up to curtains of sleep.
Into a dream of grey
imprisoned within grey stone.
Away from fragrant red roses
far from soft green grass.
Behind grey walls unable
to breath in air like cement.
I can remember smooth oceans.
I can recall falling stars.
Imprisoned for too long.
Walls begin to crack open.
Stones knocked over, steel bars
crushed, walls blasted into bits.
Now I can breathe. No longer enclosed.
The world lies in front of me. Shining, free.
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