Written on December 13th, 2019
Solitary confinement that is what I’m in, I am confined to these four walls and for a while now, I have been
There is no one to talk to and somedays I feel I’m going insane, this must be what hell feels like, living in this pain
I am to be kept away from others, there is no socializing for me, not that I want to anyway, I just want to be free
I can’t escape this cell and I can’t escape this pain, please someone tell me this will end, that I will be me again
I just want to live my life and be happy, but here I am all alone with nothing but me
There is no contact of any kind to be had, some days I wish for it and others I’m glad
I must be alone I know to work through the pain, but that doesn’t help me sleep at night when I scream out your name
Please help me find the key to get out of this place inside, that’s hard to do though when the cell is your own mind.
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Categories:
solitary confinement, heartbreak, loneliness, poems, sad,
Form: Rhyme
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT
As the door swings from both sides
And the windows unvariably vibrate
exercising, my right to be alone
I furiously type, my muscles ache
Coming in last would be a mistake
exercising my write, “to be alone”
Finding a clock in this place called home
Hiding it in my secret wardrobe closet
exercising my right to be alone
Taking slow sips of coffee, t.v. drama,
A solitary epitome of garden song
exercising the writ of execution
to be alone
sounds like a plea of insanity
i won’t wait for your answer
shh...
7/2/2017
Categories:
solitary confinement, time,
Form: Free verse
Heart had been emptied by the past
Of the love that didn't last
So, I guess forever is just a lie
Coz everything ends in goodbye
Then, love forgets me
As I forgot how love was
All I knew was pain
When someone left me under the rain
Days went on by
There came a new Hi
All I thought was the One
He, Don't deserve my hand
And solitary became my home
Darkness is my light
As lonely as the sad song
My life went on
Categories:
solitary confinement, dark, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form: Verse
Suck it, milk it- bleed it dry!
But leave My Heart still untouched
The Fires will rage, and they will die
While I am somber all too much...
The Temples I tread, inside my Head
Searching for a safer place
A Room to dwell outside the Hell
Of my prison's burning Gates
Categories:
solitary confinement, fire, heart, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
Solitary
( confinement )
Sitting alone, fifty two in hand.
Fate dealt what ?, to this man.
A gift of four beauty Queens,
before these eyes stand,
what is it ?, that life means
for the man in his house of cards,
a man who attempts to play the game of bards.
A realization that life, sometimes, is not fare
especially for a man that plays games of solitaire,
who knows, in the end, will never get him there .
B. J. “A” 2
November 7th, 2012
Categories:
solitary confinement, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
I'm concerned now
with only solitary things
the stinging course
of an unwiped tear
and a small blonde curl
wrapped in plastic
never lengthening
a fleeting smile
forced from cheek's hollow
its laughter drowned in a meandering brook
that doesn't babble
just drifts aimlessly
to where a leafless tree seems
to haplessly scrape its bank
in unwelcome companionship
I find I prefer the dead blue of skies
to the changeling grey
where too many shadows wait
for aching recognition
and I know I'll never sleep again at night
because I can't censure with my eyes closed
nor control my emotion's line of sight...
Categories:
solitary confinement, death, loss,
Form: Free verse
Haven of rest
A quiet tranquil recess
Balmy cove
My Solitary retreat
Hovel where nature calmly unfolds
Resuscitating faint soul
Categories:
solitary confinement, happiness
Form: Tanka
Thoughts running rampant
Memories chasing through,
Dreary and Lonely
Soul standing alone.
Basking in this solitude
Dreaming of the need,
To be a part of the whole
Seclusion is the paid toll.
Despairing concentrations
Never making sense,
Loneliness abides me
Among the world a mess.
Strength draining through
Hope flowing out,
In a crisis that I call for
Redemption is not found.
Categories:
solitary confinement, confusion, depression, life, sad,
Form: Free verse
The bricks have been laid one by one
A long job but it has been done
The cement every one in between
Not quickly enough or very clean
The formation has been four walls
And on the outside I hear the squalls
At first it was the other side
But now a fact I cannot hide
Is that it is from deep within
The contents of this lonely den
The ceiling came much later
The thoughts were it's for the better
But instead of better you see
It only made the job harder for me
For now there are reasons beyond control
To escape from the dark and dungeon hole
Somehow the bricks must be released
And the chains of me unleashed
But the foundation is deeply rooted
And to me I thought this wall was suited
By other means beyond this world
To trap this person and to hold
All feelings that may lead to hurt
Until the body returned to dirt
1986
Categories:
solitary confinement, sadme,
Form: I do not know?