Seven Years
SEVEN YEARS
It’s been seven years since I last saw stars
Because of seven years behind iron bars
Seven years of the horrible indoors
Seven years of cleaning toilet floors
Seven years which went by at a very slow pace
I hated everything about that place
I would rather die in a storm
Than see myself wearing that uniform
Seven years of being alone
While sleeping on a bed as hard as stone
A single night of utter madness
Led to seven years in this fortress
Fights, stabbings and murder on a daily basis
My cell that was my only oasis
Inmates constantly throwing up gang signs
And if you are not careful you could be another’s valentines
On the inside the horror that you get to see
Might be better off getting the death penalty
I have no bad feelings towards the Judge
But against the system I will forever hold a grudge
Seven years on the inside was no honey moon
However I know I will be home soon
I write to you dear friend
Because tomorrow my seven years comes to an end
Copyright © Moses Damane | Year Posted 2019
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