Poem -
The Inmate
The absence of love was welcomed at first, even praised, for the heart was sheltered and would never break again.
In time, the shelter became a prison, the prison a home surrounded in the comfort of fabricated darkness.
Cold and numb incapable of recognizing love, as the venomous bite ran deep in the veins and there was no antidote.
Until you reached through the bars with your torch, warmed the prisoner, fed his starving soul and taught him to love.
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Sir Saroyan!!.........this is an excellent write my friend.........your formatting is different...........and that makes it compelling in an odd way..........but the intent here is well conceived and beautifully delivered.........such perfect word choices adding up to some powerful phrasing...........making your title sweet perfection..............well done brother...........all stars.......fav............Love and Rockets!!..........T xo
ps. ~ and maybe I'm out of line here ~ but in the last line, the word "thought" ~ is that supposed to be taught?.....if not I apologize, poetic license and all ~ .............T
Amazing write very different format then i've seen before. Guess that is why it's so amazing! five stars my friend. The way you describe this and the word choice you has made this piece perfect.
Thanks a lot guys... and thanks for correcting me Tony I need to proof read better ans stop trusting the absence of the red line :D
Good to read the "starving soul" fed in this piece and was not institutionalised. Wonderful writing Ashot.
Haha yes there is hope for the "starving soul"
Beautiful, well done hon xox
Thanks a lot :)