when you’re put behind bars

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In a strange moment of foreshadowing, I took this picture of Mom and I staring into the mirror in the hallway of her big red brick house on the hill on November 14, 2012 . It wasn’t at all planned to feel like this, but whenever I see this picture I’m shocked at how it looks like we’re in a prison of sorts. Two days later, we kidnapped Mom and took her to #ElderJail, where we both ended up behind invisible bars in a very real prison of sorts.

behind bars

©2017 punkie

behind bars

there we stood
between the bars
before our hearts
got jailed in jars

we didn’t know
what fate had planned
we thought it was
the promised land

but one blind eye
the gods then turned
and caused our world
to crash and burn

it’s hard to know
how love survived
as evil plotted
our souls to deprive

we fought each day
with all we had
but things got worse
that started bad

they gave you drugs
against your will
to make you sleep
and keep you still

when your gait
became unsteady
they had excuses
at the ready

“that’s what happens
as things progress,
we can’t do more
we should do less!”

you tripped and fell
were black and blue
begged and cried
please save me sue

i tried my best
from morn ‘til night
vowed to not
give up the fight

but thirsty power
craves control
demands a price
exacts its toll

with legal ropes
my hands were tied
they stole our hope
in court they lied

but greed will
never win the day
we laughed, we sang
and music played

too soon you left
for better places
where flowers bloom
in open spaces

now you dance
on heads of pins
no earthly body
no fear, no sin

death has freed you
from the night
it gifted you
eternal light

here’s to no more
bars or jails
or nursing homes
that #epic #fail

 

©2017 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry widely, but please do not reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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2 Comments

  1. Heartfelt and beautiful. “they gave you drugs/against your will/to make you sleep/and keep you still” Could be the rallying cry for a new consciousness, which we desperately need. Old Lives Matter.

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