Perry Campanella

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Sunshine On Our Solitude

   We a shut-in, recluse, in-cased and
                immersed,
  This body without function, dreams are
                  all,
 Light is sunshine, we move toward to be
               for-filled
   Dreams in the light, my appendages
              move beyond,

  Travel is possible, yet nay one step we
                 take,
 should we leave a dream, a prison would
              be a relief,
  From a flat, a horizontal position, we
             rise, we wake,
   never have we known such a prison place,
               only grief

   Confined, yet nay forever trapped,
 nor doomed in our problems, others will
                relate,
   to the pain endured, by wearing our
                problem,
 though dreams are as sunshine on our
                solitude.