This poem is about me and my initial thoughts during the first week of doing time in prison. I was sent to prison, because I was asked to go to a Rehab for going into a Bar to talk to my father but chose not to go. I did not drink. I was leading a good life. I created a Boardgame that I wanted to launch. I was all set to meet with a Toy and Game purchaser of a Major Dept Store Chain. Then my newly changed life came crashing down before my eyes. All this was due to the anger and vindictiveness of an ex girlfriend that told my probation officer that she seen me enter that bar. I had already completed two/plus years on probation for a DWI. Sometimes life can really be so’ darned unfair. Read my poem and then please comment. Thank you!!
The year 1994
The prison gate now my door
This gate, it’s made of iron
it’s cold to the touch…
Freedom O’ Freedom
Why are you no-longer
in my clutch?
To turn back the hands of time
I wish I could,
if it were possible
a new personna I’d don.
I hate this place
I hate those strangers with their
batons;
if they step on my toes
the shit is on!
Flashlights are routinely shined thru my gate
aimed at my eyes;
this kinda shit I despise.
Why do they have this right?
I do not think I gave it to them
damn here they come again.
My gate they open
My gate they close
This is not suppose to be part of my fate
but now this is included, but I will rise again
just like when once or twice before, when
I rose to Be a better man.
Day after day now
I find my, self, filled with mental pain.
They gave me a number and took away
my name!
They made me a Captive inside of
the Belly of The Beast~
I fear my heart will find no peace
When from here I’m released
I hope that, back home I bring no trace
of all the unwarented pain that has entered my brain…
but for now, God, won’t you please somehow
silence the evil sounds
that constantly hover all around!!
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