Old Time Prisoners Poem
Step into my body,
Take a trip with me.
Take a look at my world,
See the things that I see.
Slip inside my heart,
Feel what I feel.
The anger, pain, loneliness,
And sadness is all so real.
Walk the corridors of hopelessness
That fill these walls.
Hear the woeful, muffled cries
That I know so well.
Now return to your world,
Away from this nightmare of hell,
And be the same person you were.
Tell me if you can!
Freedom and Pain
I stand in the vastness,
The sea in front and sand behind,
A seagull soars and a crab tries to hide.
I feel small surrounded by such grandeur.
My spirit flies with seagulls
And knows freedom with no limit;
My heart hides with the crab
As it creeps to the edge and can go no further.
It disappears in the small cramped space for one,
Just as I can go no further than wire mesh
And retreat into my own shell, a cell,
Where darkness surrounds, fear paralyzes,
And pain reigns.
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