Prisoner's Diary

Here, in a boredom of my broken heart, I dwell Shrouded with grief as time stands still in my cell. Staring blank walls as heavy-feet days go bye. In the dark chamber of my thoughts, I still feel I will die Here, where haunting silent champions my broken soul And imaginations of my freedom dare not console I shall stay, forever haunted by thoughts of my innocence As my captor's death chains grow more dense Here, in death's ocean of nightmare I am laid, Breathing with despair, the death's choice of the year they said. How I wish the truth is like a blazing sun, My captors would know I am an innocent one Here, where dark ceilings dare not communicate I have nurtured a double decade brought by hate. As stories of crime I did not commit perch on national dailies The pulse of my heart shrinks on daily basis