I look up to the stars, only see the sky falling,
I listen in my mind, and I hear wind calling:
Awake to realize,
It was my dreams telling lies
Oh, how I agonize
I slip into despair —
For these eyes have not seen stars,
In how many years?
Tears build up,
Fears fill up,
Will I ever have my time?
Will I ever be able to live these thoughts in freedom,
Behind steel doors is where they tell me I belong,
Along with leg shackles and handcuffs.
“To help me right my wrongs,”
Shock therapy, systematic abuse,
To make sure they keep it in my mind.
That I will never be of use,
Freedom, it’s a constant struggle.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.