Incarceration
Please do not be offended when
I don't come to you or respond to your call
Its just that I am trapped.
The bonds that hold me cannot be seen,
But they are strong
My fears threaten to overwhelm me.
Can I survive through my imprisonment?
… Its my first time here.
The weight is oppressive and
I have to fight for every movement.
Even the smallest action seems
To require all the strength I have.
My determination to succeed wavers
And my frustration builds.
Why does it have to be so difficult just to live?
When will the suffocating blanket
Of depression lift?
And when will it return?
I know it will it always does
Jim 1988
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem