I smell the rod,
It smells so bad.
I used to be a free bird
Before I came, behind this bar.
My wings got clipped.
And My head; getting bald.
I miss the old days, they never said bye.
Tell the Sun, I miss its rays.
I'm trapped, even when it rains.
Life stole my freedom, in a very huge way.
I taste the cane, but the offender feels no pain.
I'm in cuffs, but the criminal seems free.
His coughs and mine; they both sound me.
He wears my mask
And I haven't seen him
I'm twinning a stranger; momma never told me.
Death hovers around my cage
Each time I feel great pain
I know I will take my last breath soon
As my life is all about these aches.
My future looks so bright,
For I will be laid to rest soon
Even while I decay,
I will be arrested and jailed again.
What a beautiful life it would have been,
If I never came.
•Innocently Guilty•
©Onyedikachi (The Cub To The Seven Gods)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you describing your personal experiences? I try to write poems that are inspired by actual events or I try to let a stream of consciousness flow through my pen on to the paper. Nice job. You can feel the pain.
@Clyde King... Thanks for reading through, Sir. Actually, the poem is somewhat fictional, but it was written when I recalled an innocently guilty moment of my life. Thanks a bunch, Sir.