For George

for George, a friend who's in prison. Soon to be published

Standing
Watching the world
As it passes bye
Alone on my perch
Alone on my axis
Part of the large picture
Clinging to distinction
Yet rarely seen
A number claims me
Walls contain me
A number little more
I feel nothing
I am nothing
So the worlds believes
But I think
I feel
Would you bleed me
To see that I am you
Just watching, waiting
For my own personal
Redemption
Willing it not to pass me by