Issue 5, April 2008

Many motionless nights,
I regain consciousness, in the cold,
damp belly of the cell.
Thinking of home, family and friends,
Oh, how I’ve forgotten their smell.

There are no chuckles, no sense of empathy,
no indisputable life.
Time calling back with all its bungling,
while I toss and turn in the night.

Nothing is warm, not even the sun,
a bright light upon my face,
Mistakenly, I’m blessed to live,
in the darkness of this sinful place.

How long will I cry, how long will I stand,
how long will I last?
Rotting away with memories and dreams,
of all the stolen time gone past.

Loneliness haunts and cries out for me,
it hurts inside to smile.
A crippled heart, a sad sight to see, feeling
like an un-cared child.

Looking in the mirror, the mirror looks back,
I wonder what does it see.
Day after day, I try to hold,
the thoughts of me being free.

In this house of justice, built by man,
judging me for I am poor.
Not willing to see deep inside,
how sore my great heart adores.

Freedom speaks out loud to me, but
The message is always the same.
Blowing my mind in all directions,
as I live this life in vain.