Just Another Day on the Job

Posted by Bryan J Zimmerman on Jul 10, 2010 in poetry | 0 comments

Upon entrance to my prison
The evil is present and real
Despair hangs like a thick black fog
The rafters sweat words of hate
Walls reek of jealousy

As I begin the decent to my cell
I feel my very soul being raped of its life force
The atmosphere chills me to the bone
As cold steel pressed against my skin

Stolen Identity

Posted by Bryan J Zimmerman on May 19, 2010 in poetry | 0 comments

Identity erased
Empty shell
Speck of dust
Damaged & decayed

Storm clouds
Looming
Smell of sewage
A prisoners toilet

Nine Seven

Posted by Bryan J Zimmerman on May 17, 2010 in poetry | 0 comments

Milady . . .

On the last eve of the full moon
As I watched the mist dance upon the mountains
And the moon caress the treetops

My eyes closed
And I slipped into a dream.

I dreamt of your beauty
Standing at the edge of our castle
Awaiting my return from a long journey.

I see you in the distance.