Too familiar
Sent to me a friend article
-One of the loveliest and the best
-"BEING A WRITER IN PRISON"
Most of my many notes
-in tens of thick and thin
-large, small, colourful
-paper back and even plastic
-dense notebooks
-come from prisons…
I wrote them secretly and open
-faced devils and corrupt
-both bullies and killers,
Lucky as angles are
-were some of my note books
-they left the prisons in panties, on breasts
-and in times in the hands of the kids
-though many are experts
-in rule and governance
-since trips took place with a pay
-to the guards and jailers…
Yes is hard to observe and to write
-when somehow, right or wrong
-you are barred inside a prison
-limited behind walls
-both from the outside and inside…
I must say thank you to Suzanne
-for sending article that reminds
-me of past and hardships left behind
-though still I live with their remnants…
You may say: "PTSD"
-I don't care for the name
-just feel pain
-this fire badly burns and remains
-all over
-in the mind and in heart, everywhere…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem