incarceration
Teach me Oh Sirens your songs
which lures the sea farers a’long
to attend you in a watery home
never to leave you alone
Due to the betrayal of others, will I struggle to trust?
Some say! Trust is an orchid,
beautiful but delicate,
requiring ideal conditions in order to thrive,
without those conditions it dies.
Being 38 years in a system of corruption, chaos, and confusions,
Sometimes put me in a state of delirium and sheer delusions.
Can’t believe in some of the crazy stuff I’ve seen behind these prison walls,
Reality sets in with the calm moments of the watch’n
the homies on the handball courts hitt’n balls.
The walls extend for what seems an eternity,
yet there’s a claustrophobic aura to this place.
Cold and dark
You hear wails and screams all around
Voices that you can’t identify
But they are here
No need to tell me
that I am free
As still I sit here
In these chains