They wrote about me,
As one of the most notorious and chilling death peddlars the country has ever seen.
They spoke about me. In hushed tones.
Every day I wake in chains,
I wash in chains I walk in chains
I even pray in chains.
To a sky so far removed and a God I believe in; while nobody believes in me.
I am getting older now.
Every pain I feel, I fear it is Death, her gentle reminders.
We have grown so much closer, with Time.
One day she will see me freed from these chains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant poem about prison. I like it. This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this site. Welcome to Poem Hunter!
Hi! Yes it is my first post here. Thanks so much! !