Free at Last in Solitary Confinement

A darkened cell 8 by 10 feet long

With a steel bed underneath my body I feel I have been wronged

No window, no view but 3 concrete walls to stare at

Not knowing day from night and night from day

I sit here in my darkened room and pray

Around me I can hear the other voices of others oppressed and lonely

Out of reach and not close enough to touch like once before

The aroma that surrounds me tells me that food is being brought in the cellblock

But today, as I have ten days before, I have refused to eat and say no more

Solitary Confinement is my punishment for expressing my human rights

Imposed by mortals who have no emotion or heart to understand

My crime against society is punishment forever

As it is likely I will die here inside these walls that stare at me throughout my time

Where my eyes can’t see the light as the scales of justice have been blinded eternally

Reminiscent of century old dungeons when kings were kings and lords were lords

Refined with modern steel and gray colored walls, an steely gate that opens no more

Every hour or so I hear the wail of another person’s pain or sorrow

As they are ready to take the fall and not see tomorrow

Repressive and aggressive are words with meaning inside the joint

Obsessions run the game inside these walls with no control

Hidden from plain view and judicial understandings

I sit alone in the dark and ponder God’s call to make it righteous

A call for justice and salvation is for certain

A chance to turn my life around from inside these walls will set me free

For I have been told that God’s kindness will not escape me

As I pray forgiveness for all I have done and let me be

It’s too late to save my sanity, my body or the flesh that bonds me

It’s too late to save my soul as it has been starved once too many times

But when the day comes of my eternal judgment

I hope that God will forgive it all and I hear heaven’s bell chime

I have pondered starved rebellion; I have carried the fight to end it all

I have thought about a way to die that would not impose a bother on anyone

For it’s just too much for a man to endure such torturous journey alone

This injustice of mortal men dressed in black who refuse to give me my dignity back

Has given me the will to set me free


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