Nothing Is Free

I feel misplaced... secured inside the gates of the Law. Trying to justify my faults. Wishing desperately to be cut from my confine. Night falls... "Light's Out" The ward cozenages the blocks... Pulling the cells shut... It slams with my own shame. Locking each one.... It's the key turning in the jam that scratches at my mind. Lying on the mattress, I'm inhuman. It's disconsolate. With only a diminished reflection of light creeping itself in. Almost like it sensed my pain... Offering me that morsel of light, for hope. After finally drifting off to sleep... I am awaked by flashlights. Radiating into the small rectangular shaped glass. Oh how I wished, I had the strength to punch it out. I would have cherished that glass. Thanking it repeatedly for allow me to release my pain through my blood. I needed a acquaintance... Praying repetitively to receive one on God's behalf. My anger was an understatement of rage. They did not take, they stole, everything from me. Causing me to feel bare within my own life. But the one thing that was rightfully mine, they would never have. My thoughts. As they tried to pick at my faults through therapy sessions... I felt overwhelming power. No matter how much, how often they pried, my thoughts were mine. All of mine. Only mine. I hated the schedule. Hated the structure. Hated the guards. Hated my life. Freedom is not free!