teen poetry contest

if i had known how narrow a prison is love
in mournful numbers
the hypocritic days
what was it the engines said
gone are the three, those sisters rare
when the hours of day are numbered
are you awake?
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
when night drifts along the streets of the city
she heard the children playing in the sun
have we no shame?
did you ever see an alligator
he's gone
darkest, strangest mystery