Retrospect From my Cell

 
Mirrored shards
Pasts
Glisten against my thinking

Searches for broken glass
Casts
Gather pieces, linking

Reflection of repeats
Redundancy
Unlearned in some respects

A trash can full of ideas
Ideals
Reread a thousand times

A splintered mirror
where
I might see ya

In solitude of commitment
Subject to a Prism
of Feelings

Waiting
Wasting
Wanting
Hoping

Confined
To a Prison
of
my
Dreams.