A Palace of Prison

Cold stone
makes a palace of
prison,

Where the little faces
look up to me.
Parched flowers,

Pulled up by the roots,
Struggle
to grow in the dark.

This isn’t a hotel,
I am told,
As if I had made a

Mistake.

a palace of prison

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