Those moments were captured and sentenced for many years,
attempting every time to hold back the trapped, long-forgotten tears.
Even prison couldn't hold back faded memories,
even bars couldn't hold back jaded regrets.
Peering out from camera lens,
time will tell because it all depends.
Gripping tight the cold stainless steel bars,
gripping firm old heart's recollections.
Back when pictures and dreams were only in black and white,
back when there was liberty and there was a right.
Hanging on to these pictures because they are windows out,
hanging on to these memories because they are a way back in.
Into the soul... into the inner being,
even though most would not care to be seeing.
Reaching back to know how to move forward,
reaching forward to know how to process what happened back when.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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