Pondering Prison

I was standing in a prison.

Looking out.

In Prison



I was standing in an abandoned prison.

Looking out.

And took this picture.

When I looked at the little screen and saw this image

It struck me.

I wondered about those men who stood long ago where I freely stood now.

Would they think my curiosity odd?

When they could not-

I walked in freely.

I walked out freely.


I looked at this image again.

I wonder.

How many of us stand within our own darkness.

Our own confinement.

And cannot, will not, choose not,

To walk out.