Prison Break
By namelessmadi
Another day of back breaking pain
No knowledge of wisdom here
Nothing
for me to gain
4 to 5 years doesn’t seem to
long
But when you’re behind those bars
You become less and
less strong
I plan to escape
And run the
hell out of here
To come back to this place
Is the only thing
I truly fear
Just because I stole from a store
Doesn’t make me a pig
Or something more
I know what I did was wrong indeed
They didn’t even listen to
me
As I sat there to plead
My baby is dying
at home
I can’t even see her
But talk to her through a phone
I was stealing the thing she wanted most
Something
i never had around
Something she then could boast
It was a notebook
Nothing more
Nothing less
She
was going to write
In her last days onward she would press
I was caught
And blamed for so much more
I wasn’t
allowed to speak
And was shoved out the door
And now I am here
Dying to be with her
I feel so naked
Like
a animal without fur
This is why I must leave
this place
There’s nothing more for me here
Not one more melancholy
face
I will be with my love
Soon enough
Now climbing over this wire fence
It going to be tough…
I look back to the villain
That blamed me for everything
He’s no angel
They clipped his wings
I
paid for his price
Now I’m leaving forever
To something so
wonderfully nice
I will save her
Love her
And read her book
It means everything to me
Something that
this prison never took
Comments on "Prison Break"
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On Saturday, July 14, 2012, Hands_Around_My_Throat
(67) wrote:
I liked this poem a lot. Trapped, confined. Can't get out, but you can't stay in. It's a hard place to be-- aching to be with the one you care about most, but always being denied.
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A former member wrote:
This was beautiful and full of emotion and... wow. Just made me focus and I could picture everything. You are really talented, miss. (: Congrats... I will be reading a lot more of your work.
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On Saturday, January 21, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...quite a story...you sound determined to break free of whatever's holding you back...
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On Friday, January 20, 2012, Taunting The Reaper
(169) wrote:
This feels like deep maternal love aching to be near her baby. You'll be out soon and I know you'll make it count. What a noble thing to write about.