Prison by ayudovin


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Added: Dec 04, 2003
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My home is now this prison wall
In creeping moss I measure time
These wrecks of men - they come and go
But I am trapped, and I remain.

Day after day I watch them hurt:
Pace endless circles, moan and weep,
Lie motionless in their own dirt.
Yet I am silent, I do not complain.

I stare through my empty eyes
At their numb and empty souls -
They live, but they are not alive...
Then I remember him again.

He thirsted life. He had some coal;
Under his hands I came to life.
He left me on the prison wall.
I heard him dying in the rain.

His living body, young and lithe,
Now but a memory of touch...
That day he was to draw me wings.
He wanted us to fly away.

I tried to die, to cry and call --
I have no voice, my hands are tied.
I am a drawing on the prison wall.
Time passes, I, alone, remain.

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Guest's picture

wow, that was soo amazing. i love how the drawing already speaks a lot. the prisoners eyes tell you everything, then the poem elaborates on! Great Work. Very Inspiring!

ayudovin's picture

yes, it's a graffiti version of some of the lines in the poem

Guest's picture

This is very beautiful. Is that writing on his body?

darkling's picture

This piece evokes such a loss-of time, of life. It's so somber. The use of colour is great and the brickwork is wonderful. Great use of light, also. And no way would I have figured it for a digital piece-excellent work!!

Art at its best.