A Walk To Freedom Poem by Martin Greyford

Imprisonment, imprisonment, imprisonment!
Is a word that I am familiar with
In this world of injustice.

It was a long a year ago
When I was imprisoned on a crime
I didn't even commit.
I was in chains
In a dark tall building
With a little ray of light
Emanating from the far corner of the room.

I was in there for several days, years
Thinking of what's happening behind my back
On the outside world of light.
Each and every day spent in there
Was like torture in hell.
No food for a day or a sip of clean water.
I was starving to death in that prison.

My body became weak at some point
And I got thin as if I was on a special diet.
My hair was now like a rug doormat
Weird and very untidy.
My body smelling like an old full pit latrine toilet.
The odour I never smelled before.
I almost collapsed from the scent of my own body.

I met people in there who had
Been there for years and they seemed happy
With the life they were living in prison.
I tried to copy out but failed.
The only thing I did was making friends
Who hated that place like I did.
A prayed that somebody would come to my rescue.

My days of sentencing just started and
I was sad inside of me for I'll
Have to endure the pain of having
The rug like hair and sleeping on
The floor to eternity making my ribs hurt
Whenever I try to stretch myself normally
Or trying to do some kegel exercises.

Somebody finally came to rescue me in prison.
They just discovered that I was innocent.
They dragged me to court for case hearings
And it was a long process but inside of me
I knew it was a walk to freedom.
After several appearings at court
They finally released me after pleading not guilty.

A moment of gratitude and gladness for me
To smell the sweet scent of fresh air and roses
Having a good time to bath normally and sleep
Peacefully at night without having to quarrel with inmates.
I was happy being me again, dancing any song
That was played on the streets, for I knew it was
My day of freedom,
A walk to freedom, alas!