a pRisOn oF hiS owN cReaTiOn
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
He cannot see beyond the parallel of his mind,
He cannot hear outwith the parameter of his own thoughts.
A child who cannot speak, silently growing old,
Alone in his misery he cries for help.
Yet he makes no sound,
Can see no hope,
Will hear no soothing words of comfort...
The power of imagination sustains him,
For he must make his own music,
Be the author of his own life story,
Listen only to his thoughts, for he will hear no others.
His eyes are the window of his soul....
Some windows, they look not out, but in
