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14 December 1994
can't i just stand
please let me stand
i plead with the stoic guard
and of course he can never hear me
so again he pulls the switch
letting the current enter
and suck away my life my energy
till my knees finally collapse
and my frail body falls into the brick floor
(it is brick so hard that
as my back hits
all the air is sucked out of my lungs
and i flounder
grasping for breath)
i try to raise my body
but i am too weak
so in pain i lie glaring at the guard
will it ever...
will it ever...
NO
IT MUST END!
i scream as a tear drops to the ground and disappears
Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace