Locked behind the bars
Dented with bruises and scars
Scorned by those rich in sleek cars
I started guesing up for the missing stars
Sunshine long gone
The absence of a switch to turn lights on
Hapless victim left to mourn
I started once again to feel alone
A victim I have fell
In this physical cell
This invisible hell
Scorned by strong putrids I smell
But I started to smile for I have a story to tell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem