I Couldn’t Win
Like a moth captured, I remain confined
While those looking in are unable to set me free
My freedom’s revoked, when I speak I choke
I try to talk, but my words simply flee
My once beautiful wings are becoming brittle
My fragile body’s becoming sore
The windows to my soul are clouded with despair
My gentle heart is now torn
I look for a helping hand in these times
No one to rescue me from my stress
Claustrophobic I am in this jar
Lack of ventilation’s causing me to lose my breath
Each day I fight to survive and conquer this tragedy
I’m slowly losing my strength
By tomorrow, I’ll be dead and gone
After years of fighting a battle I couldn’t win
3 Comments
Leave a Comment
The poets featured here are currently incarcerated, and many of them are in federal prisons far from home. Your feedback is a valuable source of motivation and connection to the outside community. Post your comments, feedback, and encouragement in the space below the poem. Messages will be passed on directly to the author. Comments may not appear immediately on the site, as our team processes them to mail to the poets.
The images in this poem are very vivid. This is beautiful writing! I feel your distress in the situation you’re describing. I hope you continue to express yourself through poetry!
i love your remarks. very constructive
this was a real deep poem. i use to have similar feelings once upon a time in your same shoes but writing the way u wrote this poem got me through my struggle. continue to let out your feelings and your make it.