Copyright 1998 -  Robert Baer Jr.

A poem - "A Prison"

A Prison

Life seems sometimes like a box
Without a door, without a lock
Four walls, a ceiling and a floor
When you're not happy anymore

There is no way out from inside
A cube-like prison, a place to hide
The shattered feelings deep within
That come to surface once again

Happiness seems so far away
When your life's in disarray
Nothing matters, nothing seems real
Nothing changes the way you feel

Although I've commited no crime
I appear to still be "doing time"
In the prison of my mind
Until peace someday I find.


Written and submitted by
Robert Baer Jr
The Computer Dinosaur