View of Being Locked In

Greg Prince
3 min readFeb 19, 2019


Seeing from utter lowliness to hope again

Sitting in my own contempt,
singing what it is he’s spent,
laughing through smiles without grace:
movement flowing false and bent.

Cheshire cats in trees circling the tiers
taking only a nickel to be rowed across the river.
Sly, practiced, and stale.
Thick muscles of paper mache…



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.