If you could hear my heart it would burst your eardrums.
There's a tortured soul that screams within this vessel,
Trapped within a mist of conflict.
Time lost only experiencing the seconds that pass.
Sleep doesn't come easy
Because there's a demon that tortures me every night
Every night he speaks from within,
from within this demon has started to convince me of what he's saying
"It's been four appeals you've filed, what makes you think
this one is gonna come through?..Haven't you exhausted all
of your remedies by now?...
Go press your bunk," He tells me.
"Quit tellin people your problems. Don't you know
half of them don't care and the other half are just glad its
not them," He drops a jewel on me.
"You ain't never going home," He taunts.
"Stop believing these laws are going to pass in your favor," He chastises me
"Who's really going to help you after all this time, its been eleven years now," He admonishes.
"No matter how much you preach about being charged as an adult at seventeen and
sentenced to forty-one years, and haven't committed murder, they will never comprehend
or understand you. They're free, they will never really feel your pain," He scoffs.
"What can life offer you after serving 41 years behind bars?.. You'll be old and washed up
children of your own is out of the question. Nobody will even know you anymore," He makes me wonder.
"Your great grandma, grandmother, aunts, and your mother will all be dead
by the time you make it home," He scares me.
"You shouldn't have done what you did, then you'd be alright," He makes me regret my past.
Round for round, pound for pound, I spar with this demon every night.
Beat up and exhausted, I still stand in this ring and fight.
I fight for my life
I fight for my family
And even more, I fight for my sanity.
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