Imprisoned (A Poem)
Updated on October 4, 2008
Imprisoned
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.
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