Doing Time

As I sit alone in my cell 
My mind starts to dwell 
On the fact that I’m still here 
Trapped in my own hell 

Alone and imprisoned 
By my own fear
As I continue my sentence 
Year after year 

My own prison I've built 
Out of my own depression and shame 
Unwilling to forgive 
I have only myself now to blame

The foundation was laid 
From my mistakes and bad choices 
Bonded and strengthened 
By all the angry condemning voices
 
The walls are built high
Solid and stout 
To insure that I never 
Climb or break out

Though my crimes were not evil 
To be punishable by death 
Sometimes I imagine it so 
That I can breathe my last breath 

Loneliness and heartache 
Are two things I know well
Along with sorrow and pain 
That keep me confined to my cell 

One day I may be pardoned 
And finally set free 
From the emotional chains
That are now binding me 

When that day comes 
Will I be reformed and made whole 
Or in this cell will I stay 
Another condemned and lost soul

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.