Words Of A Prisoner Poem by Bon Darlington

I was once a man
but not anymore.
I'm now like a child
being dictated for.

I once possessed a land
filled with mine.
but now, I'm years away,
in an unknown trauma
unwilling to adapt.

A sour motion
tuned to an experience
surrounded by rods of torture
inhabited by murmurs of pain.
amongst shadows of evil
an in depth of insecurity and enslavement
an unquenchable torment.

I cry loud,
day and night.
it's now become a duty.

could this forever be?

I ask so many questions
but the walls reply me none.
a prisoner within
an entity.
a seduction I can not reverse
neither control.
Am I to perish?
or do I long live in this?