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
Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011
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