Cinquain, Flash, Poem

Twenty-Five To Life

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Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #17.
Our inspiration word is “trap”. I have
 written a Mirror Cinquain, a 10-line,
single stanza poem with a syllable pattern
of 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2 – 8 – 6 – 4 – 2.

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walls rise
gray and stone cold
where hope crawls in to die
this silent place a weary tale
untold
alone I sit in prison’s trap
echoes of whispered sobs
this endless guilt
my hell


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This is “Life In Prison” by Merle Haggard

Cinquain Poetry Prompt 17: TRAP is your inspiration.

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28 thoughts on “Twenty-Five To Life”

  2. Sometimes when I think about my career and retirement I consider that if I had murdered someone and gone to jail at the age I started working I would probably be out of prison by now but working goes on forever.

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  9. The prison of having a conscience is the most secure sets of bars ever. I like that the pic shows a man dressed in white (not orange). He may get up and walk out, but his bars travel with him. Sympathy.

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      1. Yeah, I have a cousin who did turn 21 in prison. He was a juvenile hellion that robbed a grocery store with a toy gun and got sent to the “Dope Farm” for five years. When he hit 21, he went to Huntsville State Prison for a few more, then paroled, and did the same crap all over again but with a real gun this time. Can’t fix stupid. I wonder if he liked Merle Haggard?

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