incarceration
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?
I’m waiting for a decision from the judge,
which could come any day,
I feel like it’s been longer than 31 and a half years,
More like forever and a day.
I wonder when “I Love Me” is enough.
I hear the sound of keys way too much.
I see my life better than the rest.
I want to succeed in this, to pass the test.
seems like yesterday I dreamt
the cell door was not closing
on me for the first time…
I slept and while I did
my dreams of the future
vanished
Outcasted by society, looked down upon by peers
Abused by opinion, too afraid to face fears
Wants to be accepted, while invites get rejected
Resolution to my problem, still can’t figure out its Methods
Not counting days, but yet, the years