Don’t Throw Snow

DON’T THROW SNOW *

The prison guard yelled!
“Put that snow down”
The snow ball fell from my hands.
Down to the ground.
Also did my head look down.
I sad in place for a time to ponder.
What harm becomes of snow?
Twa’s not ice that I held
Sensory deprivation.
Just to touch the snow is a privilege.
The prison guard came close.
A shadow upon me.

Inside was oppression
Outside was rage.
OK’
I wont throw snow.
Torture!
My inner child has been held back.

It’s being held hostage.

Harold Sanford Carter III

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One response to “Don’t Throw Snow

  1. Thank you for sharing. An enjoyable read. I’m amazed by the content in such a limited amount of material. Very impressive!

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