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Imprisoned (A Poem)

Updated on October 4, 2008


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.


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