incarceration
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
Isolation is not good for no one
Isolation is the killer of affection
One against another grows out of
a detachment born of a separation
born from misunderstanding.
Isolation kills our humanity…
Is this prison,
or is this a cage?
Is this anger,
or is this rage?
Freedom is the most beautiful thing
I took for granted,
She was once in my life but then she vanished.
I ended in a cell cold and lonely,
I felt stranded,
feeling like what happened?