My name is Larry Stromberg and I’m going to read my poem, Unseen.
Unseen.
Days fly by with lightning speed.
Nights vanish into darkness.
The world spins into another tomorrow.
I stand in the middle of nowhere.
People come and go with a heartless hello.
Alone in my make-believe Wonderland, invisible to the naked eye.
To be honest, I like it that way.
Dark before dawn, angels fall to my side let the creativity flow,
Use my blood to do so.
Praying on my knees makes me feel free.
I’m tired at looking at all these medicated zombies.
You see the ghosts from my past haunt me relentlessly.
Maybe I’m really insane, living in the (unclear),
My mind, racing without mercy,
Life ruined by senseless actions, caught in the cement.
I’m acquainted with all suffering by melodramatic theory.
No awakening, serendipity, sightseeing.
Silhouette in fire.
You see the dark star finds rest
That may be finally seen in the burning flames.
On the scene. Thank you. Thank you.
These commentaries are recorded by Prison Radio.