The door said solitary confinement
As they pushed me through
Punished for something, that I felt I had to do
For my scars and bruises and mental abuses
Yet when I was done with beating on him
His chances were very very slim
So I heard the doctors and medics say
As I was taken away
As I was forced away from the bloodied scene
I could think of the horrid, violent, but well fulfilled dream
I had done the deed, and was now paying the price
But the guard had paid for every scar, every taunt, and every shirt covered with lice
My arms ached, and ached more as they straitjacketed my arms and escorted me down the hall
Yet I had heard the urges, felt the anger, and was satisfied that I had answered the call
I said nothing and watched, as with grim resignation
As they headed me toward halls marked solitary confinement
Now, as they slam shut the door to this grave
Tis almost impossible to be brave
Here alone in this coffin of stone
I wonder for my mental health
As they say, every man is an island upon himself
The doors slam shut only an echo of lock
I am alone, the only sound is the ticking of my mental clock
I am alone, on my own
I do not repent!
I only resent!
The unfair trials
And the crooked files oh
The ones who say who I am not! The lies I hear!
I am trapped, not going anywhere in this backward gear
They hear not my screams and my cries
As the honest soul inside me slowly dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem