A Prisoners Word
A Prisoner’s word
Life in jail sucks
I have hit bottom rock
If only I had known
How difficult it would be
To cope in one of the toughest prison
I would have hesitated
And thought again
Thrown in Jail
Rejected bail
Sniffed out by the law as guilty
Had I known
I would have done things quite differently
Now a society system recorded failure
For an outstanding outrageous behaviour
Hustling for cigarettes
And bursting for drugs
An atlas of cells
With polluted smells
Two more years to pay
And I keep wondering
How did I end up this way?
Words were perilously playing in my brain
When I held up that bank
Before then I was hardworking and frank
Until from my job I got sacked
With my football team I got axed
From my lover a jilt letter was faxed
I became depressed
Not very strong
But I was totally wrong
This is not where I belong
Unfortunately I am all holed up.
Sometimes I dream of a jail break
Minutes later I awake
And ponder on all that money I could have raked
That wealth I would have truly cherished
However my freedom I truly relish
Knowing I will be free one day
Brings me a glimmer of hope
This shimmers regularly down my thoughtful slope
Oh this prison sucks
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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