* Flesh Prisoner Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

I am the prisoner of my flesh which I have thoughtlessly
Inherited from the genes of nowhere
I am convicted of a mysterious crime
Nobody wants

I am the prisoner of weaknesses
Shackles my limbs, shrinks my nerves
Shrouds my mind to act perfectly in
The world of mistakes

Flesh is the jail where I am imprisoned
Wicked strengths are the metal chains fettered me
Eyes of the folks are the guards of my faults

Their tounges are like guns
Firing my head un-blood

Justice? I pervert not justice
Divine Judge
Justice is within me
I have no suspicious offender but my flesh

I beg one Divine Judge
A day of chance to pardon my life-long sentence

I confess

I am waiting now for that miracle

Please hearken my plea!