Beyond the Bars

“A person who is remorseful over his past actions without any inclination to change just punishes himself. On the other hand, remorse with a desire to change is so constructive and will yield wonderful results”- ~ By Poet Scenes reel back casting dark shadows, Of the fated day I had to leave my home, Handcuffed and guarded by cops on either side, Despised by all as one so loathsome. I had in me, then the heart of stone. All I could think was of my own gain. Thoroughly swept by the rip - tide of illusion, I had no regard for another’s pain. ‘Drink life to the lees’ was my credo. So I gambled to make a hoard of money. Drugs and dopes gave me instant delight. Initially my days were all too sunny But suddenly life derailed from its track. My wallet was like a leaking tank. All its contents drained out in no time. Gradually into dejection and despair, I sank. Eliminated from life by my own misdeeds, Weary of mind from stress and strife, Hate grew and hardened within me as a rock. Once I ripped my rival with a knife. Convicted and caught red handed, I ended up in this cheerless cell. Within these dank forlorn walls, I shrink like an oyster in its shell. Everything here is dusty and rusty To get some peace as I attempt to sleep, Marauding thoughts invade my brain. Like a line of red ants, they listlessly creep. ……. …….. ……… ………. But years of confinement have changed my life. I am determined not to give up my fight. Somehow, I will push and pull myself on And will walk victorious to the world of light. Through these cold rusted prison bars, Now I look into a world that lies beyond. From dead faces, longingly I cast my eyes, On all that once to me has been so very fond. I must go back to life, so sadly lost, And live for the day I will make a new start. I hope I can make it, at least have to try, And realize the dreams I still treasure in my heart!