Sunday, August 4, 2013

Scars behind bars

Marks of time
dent my skin
rot my teeth
impair my vision

            A birth of crime
            our reality's sin
            this life of mine?
            where do I begin.

Twenty two years 
of holding this weight
fighting this fight
escaping my fate

            Words are useless, 
             in a manner of speaking
             I am speechless
            what am I seeking?

Brittle is stone
that is beaten
we are all alone
eat or be eaten

                as I sit here alone
                in a silent home
                this love is unknown
                and still....
                

      I am on my own.
                
                



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