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Solitudeby J. O., CCWF, 7/2/04In the solitude of my living space I contemplate the fate of my existence Expelled from society, the so-called human race There is turmoil, chaos and resistance. Though all seems well on the outer shell My fallen spirits dwell in the pits of hell The other me lives toilfully day to day, Leaving my life in disarray. An everyday battle continues within Struggling, the fight, to keep me from sin. A new way of living, new people I encounter Decisions to make, so much to ponder, My life behind the barbed wire fence. Repression, repulsion, take no offense The charlatan medical staff Who call inmates riff-raff Life behind the barbed wire My life, as I see it, in a mire In the solitude of my living quarters I find serenity in that concrete space—where My free world memories can't be erased Try as they might to change my inner thoughts... Well, I think not! Rules and regulations, sure, why not? But there is one important thing you forgot Regardless of how hard you try For me to follow rules and comply Treat me with respect as I do you Because right now, as it stands Every step I take forward You push me back two! Does that make things right for you? Imprisoned to pay for a crime Try as I do, you treat me like slime. Some say I am spoiled—extras I don't need Why give a privilege to a bad seed? As the ailing became sicker and some losing their life What is the purpose of everyone's strife? In the solitude of my living space I mentally block out this detestable place. Although You see me smile and laugh as I walk out the door Inside I cry out, please, no more. Last updated April 11, 2006 02:14 PM |
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