Games Poem by Darren Harris

Their playing games,
Games with my mind,
Searching for my weakness,
Their terrorising the blind,
Shame and degradation,
Misery, abomination,
Ignominy and Obloquy
Indignity and mortification,
Why do they torture me?
Because my minds already weak,
And it’s inner strength that I need,
And also inner peace,
But prison is a hard place,
Where the weak are easy game,
And where insanity is frowned on,
It drives the meek insane,