Wrongfull Imprisonment

Wrongful Imprisonment I am bowing again, in prison, no advocate to plead my case; Forcefully constrained: by years and years of hardship and lack. Believing, this was meant to be; this was all I was meant to be; Who will render help to me? Who will compassionately deliver me? Who!?! Who will relieve me of these chains? Who will set me free? Who will truly inspire and influence my ideas to flow freely again? If not you, who? If not you my psyche; who, who will ease this strain? And revive, reactivate, reinvigorate and re-energise this slothful brain. It has been a long sentence; the longevity of this imprisonment has expired; Psyche, you have to arise, rekindle the fire; for betterment, wholly desire. Divorce the priceless treasures of bronze shackles and the iron chains; A new day dawns; a better purpose awaits; visualise beyond the boundaries. No limits! None! No limits to my imagination, no limits to my life’s ambitions! I have been paroled, I have another opportunity; I must fulfil my destiny. I must fully reverse the effects of African degradation and slavery! I must transform by renewing my mind: when I think liberty, I will be free! End By: Dion Penville