by
Jeffrey Fields 03-12-2013
All the world’s a stage
But not when you are locked up in my cage.
Alive and forgotten!
I often feel empty and downtrodden.
A faint light still glows,
Some distant memory uploads.
The past and present conjugate;
Inescapable, they only humiliate.
Trying to forget what could have been;
Regretting how Bed...
