The Convict Part 6
Guilty?
The judge lied.
The whole world is
Guilty of my guilt now;
One down
My son
Could not speak
Because he knows
That my innocence rays
Like sun
This place
Holds nothing
Like my city -
Like sinners paradise
I'm in
The bars,
Walls and fence
Doesn't make the jail
The feeling that you're there
Makes it
Prison,
Survival
Ain't for the weak
To live you'd have to seek
It here
These years
Diaries,
Newfangled thought...
My life seems distorted
And gone.
Waiting
For my last
Days as tenant
Of the damned and silenced
To come...
Copyright © Timothy-Paker Nwaorgu | Year Posted 2014
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