4. Prisms

I have been captured and frayed

Into a million colors,

And fragmented beyond belief

My life is a prism,

As the world is a prison,

But only if that’s what you believe


I am pressed between crystal walls

And my light is magnified,

Sorted into separate colors,

Each one intensified


I think I’ll stay here, imprisoned only by my will

Watching my colors dance on a window sill

The End

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