lonesome has become negated
metallic bars silver grated
maturity enhanced me
a temper now sedated

more decades slip by, yet
will to survive, never forget
as the sunrise shines a light
on my mistakes I still collect

frail and fragile while on my own
once feared, now fear is all I know
feels like on foreign streets I roam
how I miss my iron home...

friends a luxury once had
purely past tense in fact
now standing atop a stool
to carve a relic of the past

time travelled 50 years
knowledge was frozen
forced into a timely fate
that alone I had chosen

got myself a whole new view
institutionalized...
right before my eyes
regretting release... who knew?

King to Brooks 73
Checkmate