Locked Away and Never Sentenced-
As I peer down from this concrete tower and
out onto this city I call home... With its
concrete sidewalks and the people who seem
to stare endlessly into an empty abyss. As
they each clamor to gain a foot hole in
this never ending ascend climb to the top of a
mountain that never seems to end. This
concrete slab were I reside, which has
become my prison from within, a jailhouse
sentence by my neighbor who only aspire to
become a drug dealer or smoke some weed... Truly
they have become the cancer to those trying
to survive from day to day in this concrete
place we all call home. Eating away at their souls
and the very fiber of life…Here in the very
bowls on her belly I have immersed myself
into a fictitious existence in an attempt to
dilute my mind of any awareness of my
current condition and the fact that I sit inside
my own home, were I have become the
prisoner. This place I call home, has now become
my jail cell without even being sentence.
Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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