Imprisoned (A Poem)


Oh God, just make this end.

The night is calling to me again.

The moon is hidden behind a cloud,

While someone is crying out-loud.

Why can't I find my way out?

My torment won't let me shout.

I am imprisoned in my mind,

Just trying to do my time.

Someone screams from their cell,

Like they're being tortured in Hell

I have been judged and convicted,

Looked down upon and restricted.

Awakened by a slamming metal door,

and treated less than human- nothing more.

I have been forgotten, and talked down too.

I have had to accept that,

There is nothing I can do.

They crush your hopes,

and strip away your dreams,

Leaving you to unravel at the seams.

You don't speak out of turn.

I still have cuts from the shackle's burn.

I understand what is pain,

And I now have a number instead of a name.

Here time is not your friend,

All you can do is pray to God,

That He'll make this end.


Copyright 2008, StJames

All Rights Reserved.

More by this Author

  • The Legend of Codex Gigas or "The Devil's Bible"

    The pages are allegedly made from the skins of 160 donkeys, the Codex Gigas, is the world's largest and the most mysterious medieval manuscript. According to the Codex legend, this disturbingly beautiful text sprang...

  • "The Pocket Taser, Stun Gun Story"

    I love this story, the writing style is what makes this story so amusing. It kind of reminds me of Dave Barry. You gotta love the Garfield-esque comments from the cat. "Pocket Taser Stun Gun: a great gift for the...

  • 100 Song's Best Lines

    1 All lies and jest, still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. - Simon and Garfunkel, The Boxer 2 All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars. - Rush, The Pass 3...


No comments yet.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.

    Click to Rate This Article