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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

A PRISONER IN HER OWN HOME.

Colourful prisms of light
set free from blackened cracked glass
forcing the darkness to illuminate
the scent of cut grass.
She never leaves her home
imprisoned by the walls
no one ever sees her
people rarely calls.
A woman who once held respect
worked in charity everyday
a pillar of the community
well respected and had much to say.
Many years passed in her life
tragedy struck many times
family passed away, friends moved on
her son sent down for crimes.
Now her life was empty
her interest declined by day
nothing ever changed for her
she was set in her own little way.
Doctors tried in vain
to get her to leave her house
a frail, aged woman
as quiet as a mouse.
She felt she was misunderstood
no one knew how she felt
her illness killing her slowly
of which she was unwillingly dealt.
The fear to leave her house
finally took its toll
her heart gave up the battle
the final drum roll.
There were no crowds present
just her son with a teary eye
this woman who had suffered
could finally say goodbye.

The perils of suffering from Agoraphobia. The fear of going out.
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