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Freedom’s Prison Tale

by James Zealy

I hear the winsome strings
Of a Gordon Lightfoot song
Aligns my mind with past years ping
Where reading minds played along

A Reminder that isolation
Through technology’s mirage
Seduces a mind like a sham
Where intimacy is a pixilated cage

I find comfort in words placed
In precise order that fits
like pieces in a complex state
That paints a vivid twist

Where the song phrase
“If you could read my mind?”
Tells a digital track laid
Firmly on a brain blinded

By a fantasy blended
With a harsh reality
That loneliness has no end
For all hoping for serendipity

Hopeful bittersweet events
Staged in a virtual prison
Where the penalty for unconscious
Apathy is a perpetual schism

Is set for on demand replays
With no end in sight
Weary so weary of escapades
Of evil continues despite

All attempts to display
The true meaning
Of propaganda played
That fits a distorted ying

Where truth is its yang
Juxtaposed with alternate
Facts given to sate
Freedom’s death state.

12/06/2020

Posted on 12/06/2020
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 12/08/20 at 11:13 AM

loneliness has no end when it is always in the background running until the time it gets its cyclone wings and brings whats there flooding back to the forefront

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/13/20 at 09:24 PM

I loved This from the start to the nrilliant ending- GREAT piece

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