Treasure Island

John G. Nelson

(August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

Prison holes


I imagine prison hole& solid wall.
A Place agonies, fear & sorrow falls,
& in my bones they reside & cram
Taking their fill & leaving me dead.

It was woes resting on my shoulders
Crush & pains they were just like death,
Whilst hot tears rushes down my eyes,
If only this painful day could pass me by
I’ll survive to fight another day.

Those my tears falling from my cracks
Whilst death on the other hands saying,
Life is but nothing, take my hands
& be free from your agonies & pains.

Sometime, I wonder my own survival
For I cried the nights & weep the days
For many are my disquieting thoughts
And many are my woes & despairs.

Submitted: Friday, October 01, 2010

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